No, That's Not Weird At All

So I just blogged about the neighbor situation earlier this morning, right. Oh... haha. Oh yeah. Here's another great day in the life of awkward neighbors.

It was a gorgeous day outside today. I soaked up the sun in the backyard for nearly 45 minutes, came in, hung out, and decided to run around 1400. I was smelling quite funky when the run was done (Hey, just being honest.), so I decided to go ahead and wash my car while I was still nasty and then take a shower afterwards. And wash my car I did. This is where the weird stuff occurs... ahem.

I was just getting done washing the top of the car and both windshields when I thought I saw a flash of light (the neighbors door opening). Avoiding any more conflict with those people, I refused to look up and continued to wash the driver's side portion of the car. Sure enough, I did see the door open up. I scrubbed the lower portion then scrubbed the windows... as I was rinsing it all, that's when I made eye-contact with Tommy, neighbor man. It was short and sweet. He didn't say anything, and I followed suit. Besides, if I did say hello (knowing that they got an upsetting letter from the landlords), ugliness would emerge in the same manner at lava spewing from 100-year dormant volcano. Now that's hot and pressure-filled. No thank you.

So I squatted down to wash both tires and rims, and he was still there. He kept his wheelchair and head... and eyes on me the entire time. I didn't look at him at all. I transitioned to the front of the car (typically the last part of the car to wash since it takes forever to scrub the bugs off), and he was still watching. I joyfully moved to the passenger side, glad to have my back to him. But... oh yeah, wait for it... I heard and saw the reflection from the car. He rolled way out to the end of drive way to make sure that he knew that I knew that he was still looking at me. As horrible as my actions seemed, I knew that all he was wanting was to tell me how horrible I am and look for ways to get me in trouble. It's sad, but that's how those people are. Same old, same old. I just kept washing my car like I was in my own little world all by myself. And when I cleaned up and went in, he went back inside too.

So is that weird or what? "No, that's not weird at all."

(Stay tuned. I'm sure there's more to come.)