Another quick episode from Tales of the Douche.
My neighbor, the one that is a douche (hence, the series title), goes for walks in the morning about the same time as Niki and I do. He will half-a** wave back when I wave at him, but he doesn't say anything. On Thursday morning, though, he decided to speak. Angrily. "Hey, did you see what one of your dog-walking buddies did on my front yard?" He was all p*ssed, and by his wording ("one of your...buddies"), had decided to connect me to whatever it was that had him mad. Someone had let their dog go to the bathroom on his yard and hadn't picked it up. That always makes me mad, but I pick it up and move on. My neighbor isn't like that. Last time it happened, he shoveled it onto the street where cars ran over it.
Niki and I finished our walk, and on the way up the street to our house, I see my neighbor blowing off his driveway (a rare occurrence), and there's a pile right in the middle of the sidewalk. I walk up and ask, "That's where it was?" I knew it wasn't. He replied, "No, it was in my yard. I put it there so that everyone can enjoy it." D*o*u*c*h*e. "That's nice of you," I said sarcastically and walked away. One more thing - he put it on the sidewalk right on the border between our yards, so now he could claim that it was as much my responsibility to pick it up and it was his.
After we went inside, I saw him back out there with his shovel. Ahhh, maybe he was going to stop acting like a five-year-old and pick it up. Nope. I don't know what he did. Maybe moved it closer to my yard. He left in his car, and it was still there. Before I left for work, someone else had pushed it off the sidewalk into the rocks.
I picked it up Friday morning. I only waited because Friday was trash day and I didn't want it in my trash can all day.
