Hi Neighbors!

I was at the wine bar and met a couple. I learned that they live on the same street as me.

Husband: You guys didn't get a golf ball through your window about a year ago, did you?

Me: Why yes, yes we did! In fact, the window is still broken. My mom put duct tape across the window and it's still there. (Soft chuckle, head nod, smile) Yep, we sure did a golf ball through the glass and the window is still broken.

Stan: OOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhh! SSSShhhhiiittt!!!!! (hysterically laughing, falling off stool.)

Husband: Really? You're joking. Really? (astonished face) You have to be kidding...

Me: Nope. Still broken. My mom thought it was because someone hated the dog barking.

Wife: Oh, are you the ones with that cute dog that is always barking? She is really cute, what is she, a beagle?

Me: That's her. That's my dog. She's a basset hound.

Wife: And someone at your house was really into Nora Jones for a while. They put it on every morning and we'd here it while we listened to the news.

Me: Oh, yep. That was me. I'm the one who plays Nora all the time. It's the only CD that doesn't skip, and I got myself into a little routine in the mornings. I love Nora.

Wife: Hm.

Husband: I know who chipped that golf ball through your window. I can't believe it actually went through your window! I'll have to tell him.

Me: Yeah, let him know the window is still broken if he cares to replace it.

Fuck man. Fuck. I'm getting to know this whole fucking town and need to get out! Not that they weren't nice, but really? I need to leave asap.