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    Tuesday, November 08, 2005

    Neighbors

    We just had our furnace replaced. For a day and a half, various utility trucks were in & out of the driveway. When they left, I went out to move our vehicles, which I had parked on the street, back into the driveway. The neighbor across the street was bringing in his trash cans. He yells "You moving?" at the top of his lungs. Not hi, how are you, nice to meet you. I should mention I've never spoken to him before. I have a vague idea of who he is-I think he's the ex-husband of the woman who lives there, who seems to have moved in with her. So I said "No," and he replies (loudly) "Oh, I saw a truck" and walks away. Now, first of all, if I were moving you probably would have seen a "For Sale" sign in front of the house before I actually started taking furniture away. Secondly, these were utility trucks, not moving vans, and they had "Heating & Cooling" in really big letters on the side. Now, I could have explained about replacing the furnace, but by then he was already on his front porch and I just don't shout that loud. So that was the end of our one and only conversation.

    Why are people so weird?

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