As a stay-at-home mom, I’m fairly sensitive to becoming THAT PERSON. You know, the one who knows EVERYTHING that’s happening in the neighborhood. Whose phone conversations contain references to which neighbors are not going to work and the state of their bushes. (feel free to take that last sentence any way you want)
So the other day, I’m in my daughter’s nursery mid-morning, and I hear a car outside. Then the sounds stops. Suddenly.
I decide to ignore it. And by ignore it, I mean keep thinking: WHY DON’T I HEAR THAT CAR ANYMORE?
So I inch my way to the window. I don’t want any neighbors to CATCH me being that neighbor:
It’s just a white car. With the driver sitting inside.
Now, I am not what one might call OBSERVANT. So I mull over whether I’ve seen the car before. I decide NO.
Then I start to get anxious. Are they dropping off drugs? Guns? Are they broken down? Are they pretending to be broken down so I come out and then they stab me and steal my kids? Do they notice me noticing them? Isn’t that how mafia hits begin? I’m not really ready to die.
My children are somewhere.
So I take their picture. In case I’m kidnapped.
And now I’m posting it here. Because white cars are SUSPICIOUS.
Also, because I don’t have cable television and this is as good as it gets with boring neighbors.
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