We have a rental house next to us, which means that we don't always have the most reputable neighbors. About a year after we moved in we had a group of college boys that were loud every night. If they weren't having a party, they were playing midnight Frisbee, or loudly calling their demon dog. One night I had had enough, so I went outside to yell at them. However, I didn't feel all that confident, so I did it in an English accent. Not my best moment. I ended up talking that way for the next four months until they moved out. Luckily, Ryan could not keep a straight face when I was doing it, so he looked stupider than I did.
I really thought that was going to be my worst neighbor story. I was wrong.
Tonight I pulled in the driveway to see a man staggering up the street. He collapsed on the lawn of the rental house. Twice I asked him if he was okay, and twice he didn't answer. I went inside and watched him from my window for about five minutes, and then I called the cops.
I think you know where this is going.
By the time I got off the phone Ryan was in the front yard talking to this guy, finding out what was wrong. He said he was having chest pains. Ryan said to come get us if they got worse. When Ryan came up the stairs I asked him why he would tell this stranger to come to our house if he was having chest pains. "That's one of our new neighbors, " Ryan replied, just as the fire truck and ambulance rolled up.
We still aren't sure what happened. We know he was taken away in an ambulance. I now know he is the nephew of the family moving in. We know no one has really been home since, but they haven't fully moved in yet, so they could be at the other house. We are hoping when they do fully arrive they don't hate us.
Ryan says I might be able to make it better if I break out the English accent.
I think we might have to move.