I swear, sometimes I just don’t get it.  I’ve had my share of cranky neighbors over the years.  The last most complained about one was an angry old red-headed hag who didn’t like anyone (that we could tell).  We called her the “Lunch Lady,” until I realized that was an insult to lunch ladies everywhere!

Coming to Colorado, we were going to get new neighbors.  And in the first month, we managed to meet most of them and can talk to them on a first-name basis.  We wave at each other, say hi in the grocery store, sometimes ask for advice.  That’s what a neighborhood should be, in my mind.  Friendly people kind of watching out for each other.

The people in the duplex across from us are a weird lot, I guess.  I’ve waved more than once and all I get in return is a scowl and I swear I hear a growl.  I have NO idea what we did to these people.  They are living in a duplex just like we are, and I’m sure they’ve seen some neighbors come and go along the way.  But still.  What the heck did we do?  I’d love to go over there and ask just what their problem is, but I’d probably just get another scowl.  As my mother likes to say, “you can’t rationalize an irrational person.”  So I suppose I should chalk this up to irrational people and not worry about it.  Especially since we won’t be living here in another six months anyway.

But still.  It’s rather disheartening to be treated with such, er, grumpiness, when we haven’t done anything that we know of to cause the grumpiness in the first place.  We only park on our side of the street, we keep our yard nice, we put up Christmas lights and we’re friendly with all of the other neighbors.  As my daughter would say, “what the heck, man?”

Yeah.  What’s up with that, anyway?  Grumpy McGrumpypants.

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