Crazy Neighbors

What up yalls.

My front neighbor, Sam is pretty tight.  She is 19, and she is relatively grown up.  She doesn't care if we have parties, she bakes us cakes sometimes, and she lets us play with her dogs.  Her mom, on the other hand, seems to be a little bit crazy...

As Paolo and I sat in our very cool (air conditioned) living room, we saw a large figure quickly walk past that window.  We heard a loud, angry, and violent knock at the door just a moment later.  We looked at each other, and then said, "come in?!" to the figure at the door.  The door opened, a woman about 6ft in ht (to be confirmed later) stepped in, and said "Guess who I am!!??".  Confused, and a little bit worried, we guessed that she was Sam's Mom. She said, "Good guess. What gave it away, the chompers?" and we awkwardly laughed.  She then asked, "Where are the two bitches that live next door?!!".  We had no idea what she was talking about, we didn't know if she was referring to her daughter and her friend, or if she was referring to our neighbors (who aren't that mean of people).  Paolo and I, once again, looked at each other confused and said we had no idea.  I had been sitting and working on my comps for a few hours, and Paolo had been out setting up solar panels and blowing up oil refineries, or some kind of Urban and Environmental Politics type activity.  Anyways, after we informed Sam's mom that we didn't know where they were, she asked us again, "WHERE ARE THE BITCHES NEXT DOOR?!"; as if we had hidden them in our tiny tiny house.  We once again said we didn't know.  Sam's mom, looking confused and upset, then informed us that she was six feet tall, and that her daughter was almost six feet tall.  Having no idea what that had to do with anything, Paolo and I awkwardly smiled.  She then explained that she paid the rent at the front house, and that the bitches next door had messed with her daughter, and that no one messes with her or her daughter.  We agreed with her.  She then said, "It's time to kick some ass, and take some names!" and went outside.  3 seconds later, she opened the door and told us that she was usually more polite, then slammed the door again.  She then opened the door one more time, mumbled something incoherent (similar to Paolo's style) and slammed the door again and stormed off.....

Anyways, this event made me realize that it is really crucial to have tight neighbors, and I am very thankful for the neighbors that I do have.  They don't get all up in our business, they don't mind if we have parties as long as we let them know before hand, and they don't have any annoying habits.  Tonight just showed me what it could have been like if this woman actually lived at the house in front of us, maybe a little bit crazy, I don't know.

Moral of the story, if you have good neighbors, be thankful. If you have bad neighbors, kick some ass, and take some names.