My neighbor is
moving. This makes me sad because, even
though she lives in the front house (bottom floor), she shares my
driveway.
She parks in a way that is
convenient for me to move cars in and out of the driveway without even having
to rearrange vehicles and do the whole back-out-into-the-street routine; I can
just drive over into her side and swerve back (or my son can) to manage two
cars on my side to the one on hers.
She also shovels and
survived the 100+ inches of snow we got this year. She was quite cheerful about this last
winter, but I’m sure that being from Virginia, this totally sucked for her. “Welcome
to New England and the great continuous blizzard!” Worst of all, the landlord’s snowblower broke
trying to do her side after clearing out mine.
Even though we had to do some mad shoveling, it was late spring before
she saw the upper half of her side of the collective driveway.
She’s quiet, too. I don’t think I ever heard her throwing a party,
and her infrequent guests never keep the neighborhood up late at night.
Today, though, her move
makes me sad for a different reason.
I arrive home just as the
moving guys are ready to fly the coop.
As I get out of my car, they are readying to close the back truck doors
when my passenger notices there is a wire down.
The idiot moving truck has ripped a wire out of the pole that connects to
my townhouse. The wire, hanging off my
house, snakes along my walkway, over the small patch of grass, and out along
the driveway into the street.
This sucks for multiple
reasons, the first being it could my power or, worse, my internet. Turns out my half of the house is okay. This also connect to the townhouse next
door. I don’t know if everything is on
over there, but the wire is completely snapped, and the moving dudes do not
appear any worse for the wear, so it’s obviously not a live wire. It’s probably my old Verizon landline.
But still. These guys aren’t going anywhere. I immediately call the landlady, who is in no
mood to deal with these numbskulls.
After a few exchanges from me, I leave her to yell at the guys and try
and reach their supervisor. (An advantage to renting, for sure.)
Later I go out and put
some duct tape on the wire, which snakes for yards and yards and yards, up
against my side of the house where it is hanging down in front of my living
room windows. It’s supposed to be stormy
for the next few days. I’ll be damned if
that frigging loose wire is going to be flapping against my house and keeping
me awake at night.
Hopefully, someone will
actually fix this and not leave it hanging around being a disgusting eyesore
and generally pissing me off. I hate
being pissed off. I’m sad enough about
the neighbor moving, and now I’m aggravated that her move is causing me
problems.
Oh, well. I guess this is payback for shoveling snow
onto her side of the driveway when it got too high to put anywhere else. My bad.
(Smirk.)
