Nosey Neighbors & Furniture Removal . . .

Dear You!

There she is . . . always looking out for teens on skateboards, beer on the beach, and ME.

The neighborhood I reside in is called Inlet Beach, a lovely little zone.  However, we have some "private property" types who are working my last city-girl nerve.  This time, it's the random condo owner (see photo) who gets psycho if she sees an unauthorized person trying to dispose of anything in her large and NOT used dumpster area.

Scenario:  Me with old porch couch that needs disposal ASAP.  Mildew, cat-fleas and general stinkyness required I do this yesterday; no time to wait or pay for some random methed-out dude to take it away.  So, I dismantled the beast (a heavy, heavy sleeper sofa), using my new yard-gal skills, and then dragged the sofa frame down my street to the aforementioned condo with the fabulous dumpster space.

Drama:  When I was within 3 feet of said dumpster, Miss Nosey came charging at me like I was dropping a nuclear weapon on her "private property".

Dialogue:   PSYCHO:    "You can't leave that here.  This is private property."
                 
                 Joyce:      "Why? The county picks up old furniture here all the time."

                 PSYCHO:     "Well, you don't live here."

                 Joyce:   "I know!  I live in a fabulous house of my own!  Gotta go.  Time to dump this couch in a vacant PRIVATE dumpster down the road.  I love your stretch pants."


SCENE END.

I think the pants compliment confused her.  Try that if you need to baffle a nosey neighbor!  I think it will be even more effective if she/he is not wearing stretch pants.

Signing off this cloudy Sunday, the day HILLARY announced her candidacy for President, 2016!
I love it :)

Kisses,
Joyce