Aside from the fact that most of our neighbors are ancient, and there are very few children, I do enjoy our neighborhood. The neighbors are pretty friendly and it’s nice and quiet.
We have a nice lady with two cute chihuahuas, a 99 year old man named Tony (ok, 99 might be an exaggeration, but he is OLD), a couple with a baby just a few months younger than Austin…Well, there was once this guy, but he moved, so all is well again.
Yesterday, when I was coming home from the pediatrician with the kids, I see an ambulance in front of Tony’s place (the 99 year old one). I also see my neighbors huddled around in a circle in front of his place. My heart jumps as I obviously jump to the conclusion that something bad has happened to him.
I park my car in the middle of the cul de sac and hop out to ask if everything was ok.
****UPDATE on 01/01/13- I have no idea what the hell happened to the rest of this post. I swear I typed it! Since it’s not really funny anymore, basically I’ll just recap that the old guy was alive and jumping up in the crowd to let us all know he was alive. And me, well I acted like I totally didn’t think it was him. Turns out one of the renters from next door passed out on his porch due to low blood pressure. Boring now, no? Ah well, note to self- double check things actually post correctly!