I have a wonderful neighbor that lives two doors down from me. This neighbor, we will call her Janet*, works at my kids preschool. So when my carpool driver got sick this morning I called Janet and asked her if she could drive The Goon Squad to school today.
She said yes.
(I told you she was a wonderful neighbor.)
I walked the kids over to her house with an extra car seat for the ride and I helped strap them in.
Now, I don’t want to over complicate things, but this is important to the story. Janet’s garage does not face my street.
It is important because as I walked out of her garage and around the house yelling “Bye! I love you!” the neighbor who lives in between us was out in her driveway.
And she was looking at me funny.
This middle neighbor seems nice, but I don’t know her very well. It is one of those situation where there is a language barrier and you can communicate if it is really important, yet after living next to someone for three and a half years you are embarrassed to ask her what her name is for the eighth time.
She doesn’t speak English very well, but I am guessing she knows what “I love you means.”
I can’t help but wonder who she thought I was talking to.
If you hear any rumors that I am in love with Janet or her husband you will know how they were started.
*Because that is really her name.