Snobs moving to the country

[PILOON]

This trend reminds me of when I plowed on contract basis.
I learned that a client was moving out next week end so I dropped by to settle up the plowing.
He arrogantly said he was not yet gone and 'f--k off'.
Well just B4 his leaving we had a super spring 'nor easter' that dumped about 26" of heavy wet snow.
I drove by the Saturday AM and he was out there with a shovel trying to dig out, I honked and waved at him as I drove by. (like f--ck U).
That was probably the one real bad client I ever had.
Takes all kinds!

 

[Richard]

I live on a dead end street (maybe 1 1/2 miles long) with six houses on it...one of them empty (passed away, in estate now)

I'll be driving down my road...pass a car I recognize (usually my wife) and she's smiling while waiving the Bird at me....

should I be concerned?

 

[rdinatal]

I live on a dead end street (maybe 1 1/2 miles long) with six houses on it...one of them empty (passed away, in estate now)

I'll be driving down my road...pass a car I recognize (usually my wife) and she's smiling while waiving the Bird at me....

should I be concerned?

Yes, very concerned...

-R

 

[TheMan419]

I live on a dead end street (maybe 1 1/2 miles long) with six houses on it...one of them empty (passed away, in estate now)

I'll be driving down my road...pass a car I recognize (usually my wife) and she's smiling while waiving the Bird at me....

should I be concerned?

Nah don稚 worry until she STOPS giving you the bird. Then she doesn稚 care any more and stuff is about to get serious.

 

[Creamer]

Shoot... I even plow the driveways of my neighbors who have " Make America Great Again " signs in the yard...

How many of the signs survived?

 

[QRTRHRS]

Likely the best place I ever lived was a small town of about 5,000 in a state that more often than not gets a bad rap, NJ. But then in the end my ex did a number on me so maybe it was not so great after all?

Anyway, I sometimes have my thoughts on some far away place and forget to wave and sometimes I wave and others do not. I don't take it personal and I hope the others do not.

A little story about two home town guys where my wife and I recently relocated. After a bad snow, one guy saw his neighbor shoveling so he took the time to plow him out. Neighbor went back inside upon seeing the plow rescue him? They know each other, they talk, no explanation at all? The plow neighbor said he would do it again if need be but no more after that. I guess the moral to the story is to give it your best shot?

A bit more about the neighborhood. The road is narrow, everyone gives and takes. Most wave. One neighbor close by is a little different. The husband does wave, the wife not. We just found out that the wife has drug issues. The husband works for a good company that will not even tolerate swearing on the job. Hard to say what is going on at home but we won't judge.

Let's face it, in this life there is good and bad. Try not to judge but then don't roll over either if you get my drift.

 

[NoTrespassing]

I was in a local pub one snowy evening sitting at the bar. I'd lived in the area about 14 years at the time but I pretty much keep to myself. I don't know many locals other than my close neighbors. As I was sitting there drinking a beer, I overhear a conversation about a guy who lives up on a hill in the woods that married a young Asian girl. The conversation goes that he's a little strange and might shoot first and not ask questions later. After a little investigative questioning it turns out the guy they were talking about was me! We had a pretty good laugh about it. Funny how stories grow as they're told and how others perceive you.

Kevin

 

[check]

Yes Sir. Many a time in the 50's I would burn the bottom of my feet crossing the neighborhood roads on my twice daily trip to the beach. Turned the bottom of your feet black, too. But at that age that did not bother me as much as the searing pain trying to get across as fast as possible........

I remember that! But we were crossing the street to get to the wading pool. Takes me back almost 60 years.

 

[ultrarunner]

I live in the city and we all wave to neighbors... it was that way since the day we moved in and Dad said we are the newcomers and it is important to get off on the right foot...

It has served me well everywhere I have lived away from Oakland... that being Washington and Austria.

My WA neighbor had a reputation of being rather gruff... I introduced myself and complimented him on his place... he also owns the land I have an access easement for my place...

I asked him about the road and he might have thought a complaint was coming... did learn that he maintained it and only asked/wanted people who use it not to race through as it wears out the road.

To make a long story short... he would not accept any money for the road but I did learn where he bought his gravel... so I had 5 yards delivered to his reserve pile... did let his wife know it was coming as he was in town.

From that day on we have had a very good relationship... he said everyone uses the road but only has complaints... it impressed him that I stepped up... and more so when my then 80 year old Mom was out there with a little wheelbarrow tamping in new gravel in the soft spots... had to explain to more than a few that Mom was born and raised on a dairy farm... and that help a lot too...

I find those that are snobs pay the price in any number of small ways... what goes around comes around.

 

[dougtrr2]

I live out in the country also and the running joke with one neighbor was that the only time we saw each other and talked, was at the blood drives. We had a young family move in across the road a few years ago. They moved in late fall. That winter we really only had two big snows and I went over an plowed him out each time. The second time it was cold and blowing and he waved at me from the window. Later that spring we ran into each other and he apologized profusely. He had hired someone to do his driveway and when he went to settle up the guy told him he didn't do anything, it was always plowed before he got there. That was when my new neighbor/friend realized it was me plowing, not the contract guy. He thought I was the guy he hired. We got a good laugh over it.

Doug in SW IA