Neighbors, like relatives, we can not choose. We can only sigh and stoically put up with.
They are of all types, mobs, noisy, annoying, hoses, top, bottom, side, in front of current, past and future.
An anecdote that occurred in yesterday, I moved to write something about them. Of course, are invited to bear witness to your neighbors.
Here is my small contribution:
detective's neighbor: the one who knows better than self your entry and exit times, the names of your friends, clothes you wore on Tuesday January 30 at 18 pm, the date of your last period, preferred brands, your phone conversations and all your appointments. It will call for it to all sorts of gadgets, whether the spying with binoculars, home audio amplifiers, such as glass or tin can on the party, a periscope in your toilet or thorough inspection of your trash. From time to time is discovered in the act, when in their quest to make intelligence, scattered falls in your backyard clinging to a branch of your Ficus benjamina, or see your wig on your clothesline.
The neighbor restrained : Kind and caring, always ready to solve the problems in the neighborhood. Has knowledge of plumbing, carpentry and armed pelopincho pools. You can always count on his cunning when an chaos at home. Many times their excessive kindness will generate problems, for example when you want to dodge a collector that has caught the ring. The polite, always attentive, who will provide your phone number right away the guy who decided to ignore and RINGGGG ... ... .. Surprise !!!!! Madam, I am here on your doorstep. Luckily we found a neighbor, because I was ...
The neighbor inappropriate : Always be sugar-free Sunday at 7 am, you will need a hammer while you are cooking a fried egg, or will ask you to lend your ear just in the only time you're out of the kids and you decide to have a time wild sex after two years of complete abstinence.
The neighbor musician: A must in a neighborhood that boasts of such. Plays all the instruments known and unknown, not knowing absolutely nothing of good taste and decency. Like all bohemian social life begins to late at night, which of course is meeting with other musicians, precisely home next to yours.
The witch broom : A perfect copy of the mythical character guy eight. His head is permanently capped by a swarm of rollers or a fearful chiffon scarf from the 50. Their main entertainment is to sweep your sidewalk feathering in a polka-dot robe, while passing bell makes the neighbor detective. Witch broom, is dedicated to scientific research of all the dog turd lying on the sidewalk, having reached possess vast knowledge of the subject through the organoleptic properties of the objects of their study. The witch knows that Don passed by strange, because the last specimen found corresponds to Dog Tail. It also has soul Yiya Lucrezia Borgia or Murano. In his spare time, prepare remaining sauce caracú rodenticides, ant, K Otrina and other culinary delights for unsuspecting doggies planting on sidewalks in the neighborhood.
The neighbor as people . Is the most difficult to find. A needle in a haystack.
The neighbor entarugado : Grandpa is a typical family who bolted to a chair on the sidewalk left to its own fate. Most commonly, the poor are bearing a rampant atherosclerosis, making it an excellent psychologist. Neurotic neighbors save a lot of money telling the subject over and over again the same problem , which is called CATHARSIS . Grandpa will listen with the same attention as the first which makes treatment more effective.
Ultima Witch Broom:
Yesterday afternoon, while attending to a man at the door of my home, my dog \u200b\u200bBerta came to my village shepherd . The witch next door, was as acostubra in action research and sweeper. Realizing the presence of my dog \u200b\u200bin my village, began to utter unprintable insults and "invading" my hand out brooms against the Berta. It was then that I decided to intervene saying that the dog was not doing anything, that I was a witness and what all this aggression come free. It was at that time that the witch was furious directing vulgar epithets at me, to the perplexed look from the man who chatted with me. Performing this as a gentleman, tried to reason with the "lady" obtaining an accurate broom in his temple accompanied by the remains of dogs outside Berta detritus.
A joke to end:
were two neighbors and says to another: Oh
neighbor, I am very sorry that my chicken has broken your garden.
Do not worry, says the other, because my dog \u200b\u200bjust eat your chicken. Less
wrong, says the first, because my car has just killed his dog.
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