Thursday, July 30, 2009

Neighbor Fail

It has come to my attention that I don't really know my neighbors in
my building very well...or I guess I should say "at all."

I only really know my neighbor directly across the hall,
none other than famed Springfield filmmaker
Brandon Goodwin.

Other than him, I know that there is:
1. a guy with an annoying small dog upstairs and down
the hall a ways,

2. the lady right above me who it sounds like rolls
an ancient metal office chair around a lot,

either that, or sleeps in an ancient hide-a-bed
and constantly opens and closes it,

3. the guys at the back of the building in one of the
basement apartments that smoke weed all the time

4. and the middle-aged lady who limps
and always has an ankle brace on
--she's really nice, by the way.

There's also this cute girl who looks to be about my age who lives on
my floor, one unit down and across the hall. I've said hello to her
twice before, and only then because I was walking past her in the hall
or holding the door for her. I think if I run into her a third time in
one of those "hello" situations, I'll have to introduce myself. It's
only common courtesy.

I used to wonder why I never introduce myself to neighbors when I move
into a new place, always thinking there was something wrong with me
for not being the outgoing new neighbor. Today, I discovered a good
reason not to immediately take that first step:


Yes, that's right. A COURT SUMMONS for my next door neighbors. I'm gonna make extra sure I lock my door from here on out. It is only a rent issue, and not a criminal type thing, but still....come on people.

This doesn't exactly give me a bunch of confidence for meeting all my neighbors. I should just suck it up and get over it. Maybe I'll go say hello to that girl down the hall...