dual personalities

Happy Wednesday, Daughter #1 here. Well, long-time viewers of my insta-stories know that my parents’ neighbors are recurring characters. The sight of the dad can trigger my mother like few other things–he wears shorts year round [shudder]. The house has been having exterior work done for over a year. They frequently park their behemoth RV on the street. And I hate the inflatable camper they park on their lawn during the holiday season.

Well, good news for them. Because I have new neighbors in my apartment complex and, after two days as residents of my building, they are clearly aiming to be characters in my insta-story. On Sunday, they parked their vehicle, in the middle of the street, on the wrong side, with their flashers on while they unloaded. They weren’t closer to the building on the wrong side. It made no sense.

And tonight, they locked themselves out of the building while cooking dinner. I got home late and heard a fire alarm going off and smelled smoke, but figured someone burned a pizza. I went to the kitchen to prepare my dinner, and when I put my dinner on the table, I noticed flashing lights outside the building and heard lots of clomping. I went downstairs as a lady firefighter was coming in and asked if I needed to evacuate and she laughed and told me what was going on. “I think you’ll be okay.”

I mean, she’s not wrong.