Apparently, I’ve been the talk of the neighborhood.
I live in a condo. Not one of those hip, downtown urban loft condos; but a suburban, family-friendly neighborhood style condo. Which means that mostly, my neighbors are little old ladies. There are a couple of young families and single folks like myself, but since buying the place almost 8 years ago, the two single lady neighbors around my age have both moved on, leaving me the last young (relatively speaking) chickadee on the block.
So naturally, the little old ladies love
to spy on me. I was out walking the pup the other night, when one of them, we’ll call her Minnie Mouse, was standing outside casually, enjoying the stifling evening heat.
“Hi, Miss July!” she called excitedly. I could tell she had something on her mind. Ooh, neighborhood gossip!
“Hi, Minnie Mouse! How are you tonight?” I responded.
“Oh, I’m fine…say, you’ve got yourself a fella, don’t you?” Wow, straight to the point, that Minnie Mouse.
And, oh, wait, the neighborhood gossip is about me!!!
“I, er, well, yes, Minnie Mouse, I guess you could say that.”
“Well, I don’t mean to be nosy, you see, but me and Daffy Duck had been noticing your fella hanging around, and I said, ‘Well, I think Miss July has got herself a boyfriend,’ and Daffy said she had just been dying to ask you about him but she didn’t have the nerve! So I said, ‘Well, I talk to Miss July all the time, I’ll just ask her.’ So I hope you don’t think I’m being too nosy, I just like to see people happy. Did you meet him at work? What does he do? He seems nice. Tall. Am I being too nosy?”
“Well, you are sweet Minnie Mouse…of course you aren’t being too nosy! I’m just glad someone will notice something’s off and call the police if I don’t leave the house for a few days. That’s what nosy neighbors are for! Yes, he is nice, and tall.”
“Well, I’m glad you are happy, Miss July.”
“Thanks, Minnie Mouse.”
And that’s how I became the talk of the neighborhood.