Chipottle and Eelgas
Ew. Wait, what?
So I got an interesting text from Kevin midway through my workday last Friday afternoon:
After more than a month of peace and quiet, he said he heard our downstairs neighbor's grandson Armani stomping around on their hardwood floors again (which on some days he likes to do for hours at a time, and every step reverberates right up through the walls so it sounds like they're just hammering hundreds of nails into the walls all day long).
Then on Saturday morning after breakfast, he was looking out the window and asked me if I've seen "the little pile that Seymour's got going on":
And even though we've been cool with Nicole and Rob since back in the summer, I don't appreciate "Seymour" throwing his cigarette butts all over the place for weeks on end when the landlord threatened my sister and my ex with a fine for doing the exact same thing 10 years ago.
(Oh, and the guy rents a different colored Tesla every six days, which is just annoying because I can't stand Teslas. And of course he parks in our lot instead of over in the visitor's lot because he's a complete jerk.)
Saturday evening we went over to Catherine and Ron's for some homemade lasagna!
And on our way home, we dropped Riley off at her friend Kassie's for a sleepover.
You may remember that Kassie's parents wouldn't let Kassie come here last month because they insisted that the girls would jump out our second story window in the middle of the night to meet boys and get pregnant.
But Brian and Noelle have bought into the whole Ring ecosystem and have cameras in basically every room of their house, so I guess they're pretty confident that nothing will be happening over there at Fort Knox.
Later that evening Kevin and I were in the middle of watching our show: We're in the final season of Psych!
And I swear anytime there's somebody talking outside, it's like a dog whistle for him and he has to get up and look out the window to see who it is.
So, he stood there peering out our bedroom window for a couple minutes until I asked him what was going on, to which he said, "It's some woman walking a dog, but I swear she's on the phone arguing with someone too."
I got up to look out as well, and maybe the wind changed direction right then or something, but I could also hear her screaming into her phone:
As always, we had a quick back and forth between us: I'll insist that he just tune it out, and then Kevin insists that if she's this loud for us a block and a half away, how many other people are also sitting there wishing she would knock it off?
And then finally he pressed his face to our window screen, cupped his hands around his mouth, and bullhorned her at the top of his lungs:
Then we waited 10-15 seconds while she shouted back:
Ay! You shut the fuck up.
You ain't tell me to shut up!
But soon enough she must have realized she was just standing in the middle of two apartment complexes and shouting at nobody. And when we peered out a few minutes later, she was gone.
An hour or two later though Kevin paused our show and shot me an expression of concern:
That was... loud.
But it was nearing 10:00pm by that point and Kevin said he didn't want to knock on someone's door at that hour unless it was a emergency. So we'd have to wait until tomorrow to clear the air.
Incidentally we did see the offending woman walking her dog in the same spot the next morning. So here's an idea of how far away she really was (and we could still clearly hear every word of her conversation):
Also it was Super Bowl Sunday, which hardly affects us at all except that the Super Bowl is basically our personal Black Friday!
No one on the roads.
No one in the stores.
But just about everything is still open :)
On our way out, we knocked on Keith and Rosie's door:
And then we headed out to BJs for a shopping trip.
The traffic was on par with the early days of Covid:
BJ's was packed! We were lucky to find a parking space:
I said I hoped we could all maintain six feet apart inside the store!
Especially since it looked like we were going to be waiting in this checkout line all night:
A few minutes later it was back into traffic for the drive home:
Riley was still at Kassie's, so Kevin and I stopped at Wawa for a quick dinner.
While we waited for our food to be ready, we had to listen to the Philadelphians on the TV practice their spaced repetition so they won't forget how to spell "Eagles."
I could understand if we were the Buccaneers. Or maybe even the Jaguars.
But Eagles? Is it really that hard to spell?
Since there were no other people at Wawa, Kevin and I took to coming up with various misspellings:
Finally our food was ready, because for some reason being the only ones in there somehow translated into almost a ten minute wait.
The last item was the side of chipotle mac and cheese Kevin had ordered (without realizing that it was just regular Wawa mac with some chipotle sauce squeezed on top).
But then the girl packaging everything up asked her coworker if the mac was ready to be lidded:
Kevin and I did our best to stifle our exchanged glance of confusion until we were safely outside and back in the car.
The next evening Kevin made nachos for dinner. We tried to do a smaller batch to cut down on leftovers, but we still had more left than we expected.
But there was an easy enough way to take care of that. Kevin just texted Jeff from downstairs:
And that was about the last noteworthy thing from the week except for maybe this sunset from earlier this evening:
