Man, That Is Very Good

grr part 2

As far as I can tell, yesterday's people didn't show, either. Either that or the realtor ran out of business cards.

Todays showing is by our own realtor, responding to a potetntial buyer that spotted the virtual tour of the place. I guess those things work.

We live in a pretty nice little subdivison, but gradually, all our good neighbours have left, and we either never see our neighbours, or they're..well..jerks.

One of the last houses to be built in this cul de sac ended up home to a Harley owner, so we get to hear incredibly loud engines rumble at all hours..at least the biker and his buddy just drove off, and hopefully won't be back while our house is being shown. It would have been just grand if our relator and the buyer turned onto our street, to see these two bikers roar out at 60 km/h (in a very short cul de sac, sensible speed being around 20 km/h).

That, and the white trash family that moved in two doors down from them. From them, we have seen-

-their two dogs mostly neglected, tied up in the front yard, with the occasional escape and visit by the SPCA and city bylaw enforcement. Haven't seen the dogs for awhile..hope they're alright.

-their attention starved cat hanging around, not that I mind visiting with anyone's cat, but we're close to a busy road..keep your cat inside, pay attention to it, and for God's sake, clean its ears.

-19 year old poser boy, complete with ball cap and truck, blasting his stereo and speeding into his parking spot

- and now, the hammock. Poser boy has put up a hammock across his front step. Today, he has his guitar out there, playing the same white-trash, Bear FM tunes he blasts from his truck.

As I was downstairs vaccuuming in preparation for the house showing, I hear poorly-played electric guitar..Led Zeppelin, Metallica, Ozzy/Black Sabbath and of course, Eric Clapton's "Cocaine" (leave it to white suburb city boys to idolize that tune). I peek out and see the hammock. Then the bikers come out, and I think to myself, "What's next, as the realtor pulls up, an IV drug user in mid-shoot up will probably spill out of the house, screaming at his HIV positive partner, and carload of gangbangers will drive by, open fire with handguns, and Osama Bin Laden will probably peek out the attic window of the house across the street, wondering what all the commotion is about.

But alas, the bikers roared off, and I realize I haven't heard "Best of the Worst Tunes From My High School Years But For Some Reason, Albertans Still Think They're Cool" for about 10 minutes..please, no shootings in the next 1/2 hour..not until the showing is over...

posted by Unknown @ 12:10 PM