It's a good thing I like my little house, because along with my HOA, I have grumpy-ass old-lady neighbors to contend with.
The kind who smile at you and say vicious things behind your back (one neighbor in particular went on a tirade about me to a couple of strangers--those strangers happened to be my parents. Oops).
I'm sure I give them scads of stuff to gossip about. Like the fact that I sometimes have men over and I'm not even married! Scandalous. (It's one man, BTW, and it's been the same man for years, but I'm sure he's been translated into A different man every weekend!).
In the middle of last week, a package was delivered to my house by mistake (big mistake. The numbers weren't similar and the street was wrong; I think the UPS guy just shrugged and dropped it).
I brought it inside and vowed to drop it off on Saturday (because I don't feel like knocking on strangers' doors after dark after work when I'm tired anyway).
On Saturday, I went for a walk and found the address. I could have left it on the porch, but, glutton for punishment that I am, I rang the bell. A dour-faced woman answered the door, and I introduced myself as a neighbor and explained that her package got dropped at my house by mistake.
Where do you live? she demanded.
I gave her a veeeeery vague description of where I lived.
You must have brought it inside, because I looked on a number of doorsteps for this!
Well, yes, I brought it in. I didn't want something to happen to it.
Well, I called the company and said someone must have taken it and they told me they'd have to send me another one. Now I have to call them back. Thanks.
[Door closes.]
Oh no... the accusation that I was out to steal your stupid package is thanks enough.
I'm sure her old-lady order from Lands End would have been quite the haul.
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