Willful Suspension of Disbelief.

Growing up, I had this bizarre fascination with spies.
Fueled by movies like Harriet the Spy and probably something starring the Olsen twins, I was convinced that I too, would one day be a super, top-secret spy.

Unfortunately, these dreams never went further than listening to my sister's phone conversations and a few scribbles in a black and white composition notebook. (Like Harriet, herself.)

But while I was in my spying prime, I would snoop around the neighborhood and create stories about our villainous neighbors. We lived on a fairly quiet culdesac, but I was convinced it was full of murderers, thieves and crooks. (However, it was mostly teachers, pastors and nurses.)

The thing is, even though we lived on such a small street, I never really knew my neighbors. It wasn't the, "Hey, can I borrow a cup of sugar?" type of setting. We all kind of kept to ourself, while waving jovially if we ever passed one another on the street.

Except for that one time, my sister and I were spying on our next-door neighbors/local lesbians. We realized that we could see right into their living room from ours...which then caused them to buy new blinds, that cover their entire window.

This is my neighborhood. I have lived here nearly my entire life. I have seen families move in and out. (Including the husband of our next-door neighbor, during those awkward, pre-lesbian years.)

Recently, a new family has taken residence across the street. They seemED friendly enough.
A few potted plants...decorative flag...the works.

Until one evening, they put this little gem on Drew's car when he mistakenly parked near their house.



In case you can't read it...(because I hastily took/uploaded this picture about 60 seconds ago) it says, "Hi there We would appreciate it if you would Not park your car in front of our house Thanks"

First of all, has no one heard of ending punctuation?
!.? Pick one.
Also, what's up with the random Capitalization of letters?

These capitalists literally moved in A MONTH ago.
Who do they think they are?
Don't they realize there's a pecking order?

We have been living in this house for nearly 16 years, and they have the audacity to put this cheap, legal pad, grammatically incorrect crap on my friendboy's car!?

Who even uses legal pads anymore?

Also, I never ONCE left a note on their black Saturn Vue, when they parked NOT ONLY in front of our house, but in the VERY spot I park my car EVERYDAY. (Forcing me to park elsewhere, TWICE.)

No one ever parks in front of their house.
It was late and that was the most convenient spot, seeing as he didn't stay for very long.

What is happening to the neighborhood!?!

I'll tell you one thing, you can bet your bottom dollar that I am saving that note, so that way...if they park their car anywhere near our house, I can return it to it's rightful owner.

Or I might just put it on one of the cars sitting in their driveway...just for kicks & giggs.