Another day in the life of…

We have this neighbor who is a really nitpicky and cranky and weird and scary person. As an example of his nitpickiness, if we park our car on the street, in front of our house, but overlapping his side of the street by a foot, he comes to ask us to move the car. Mind you, this is not blocking his driveway at all. Fine. Whatever. ๐Ÿ˜ฏ

As an example of his crankiness, when we see him outside and subsequent commit the offense of making eye contact with him, we offer the requisite smile and wave. What do we get back in return? Nothing. Face stonier than the wall of a fortress. ๐Ÿ˜

As an example of his weird scariness…well, lets not go into details. Its almost my bedtime, and I don’t need the nightmares. ๐Ÿ™„

Anyhow, this incredibly nitpicky individual has a tree. A big tree. This tree overlaps our rose garden, by much more than a foot. Not only that, the branches of this lovely tree that thinks its growing in the jungle weave their way into my roses. This tree is giving my roses all kinds of aphids and diseases and what-not. This has been going on for 5 years. And because he is so scary, we have not asked him to kindly prune the tree. And neither have we dared to snip off even one stem from this tree.

So day before last, his son was *gasp* pruning this tree! We had a slight case of shock…ok, a major case of shock, and a perfectly reasonable sense of expectation that this mess will finally be out of our way. See, our patience was going to be rewarded without us even letting him know how much his tree was bothering us, thus doing our part to foster good neighborly relations as well as helping him save face. See, face-saving is a big part of both his and our own culture. So awesomely enough, this is a win-win for both of us…after five long years.

Did he prune the stuff on our side, overlapping our garden by a good 24 inches? I will kill the suspense for you: he did not. See what fantasizing yields: nothing…a big fat zero…2 thousand million tree branches. โ—
Time for action. Yesterday we were working in our yard again, and this kid comes out and is washing is car, waxing it, vaccuming it, loving it. How sweet. Seize the moment! My mom went up to him, and asked him if he would be trimming the stuff on our side. He thinks about it for a while, and says, “Yeah, when I have the time…” My mom very sweetly asked him if she could just go ahead and hack out the part that is in the way of our roses? He says, “Absolutely! Go ahead! If you take out the whole tree, we would be happy! We want to get rid of it anyway!” Hold your horses, mister…you solve your own problems…we will just handle the 2000 branches that are in our way! ๐Ÿ˜Ž

And there I was hacking away at the poor thing after this exchange, and the guy’s cranky father was pulling out of his driveway…made eye contact…and smiled and waved…for the first time in our history as neighbors. Nice try: I still ain’t pulling that Goliath-sized tree out for you, dude!!! :mrgreen:


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3 Responses to Another day in the life of…

  1. Niqabi says:

    hahaha, I love cranky neighbour stories! I wish your mum had talked to that Cranky guy’s son before so that The Tree could have been solved before. But its always nice to have funny memories. We had one too, she was a lady though. She had flaming red hair and she was a pathan. She used to scold e v e r y o n e she saw. No matter who came across her. And now its been years since I last saw her, we still speculate if she’s dead or living.

    Her name’s ‘Aunty’ Chaudhry. Lol

  2. Freaky neighbours you got there!! WE had similar neighbours.. but the guy finally decided to cut down his entire tree!! ๐Ÿ˜€ no more of his crappy leafs in our backyard! ๐Ÿ˜›

  3. DigiN says:

    Niqabi, the son only started living with his dad about a month ago–never saw hide nor hair of him before. I think he was afraid of the dad too ๐Ÿ˜† And, awwww, wasn’t Aunty Chaudhry sweet; I bet everytime you called her auntie, you thought to yourself, Thank Allah you ain’t MY aunt!!! I am being so bad. What is life worth without the weird neighbors? ๐Ÿ˜€

    Rebellious, the guy WANTS to take the tree out–its just really big, and I don’t think he wants to shell out the bucks to have a professional do it; and he more than hinted that it would be cool if we did for him hehehe.

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