Back in June I wrote a post about the kids who lived next door and how their Superman frisbees kept landing in my garden, breaking the flowers and such. Some of you couldn’t believe I wasn’t planning to give back those godforsaken frisbees.
Well, those neighbours moved out last week. I knew Monday was their moving day and sure enough, there was a large moving truck parked in their driveway first thing in the morning. I was busy working most of the morning, but I knew that I wanted to give back the Superman frisbees as we said our good byes and good lucks, so I trudged out into the yard, grabbed the frisbees from their hiding place, and headed next door.
Three moving men were loading the truck, which was packed to the gills, and I asked them if the owners were inside.
“Nah, they’re gone already,” one of the moving dudes replied.
“Oh, okay, thanks…” I started to leave. Then I realized that this was even better! I turned back to the movers.
“Would you guys mind putting these on the back of the truck for me? They belonged to the kids who lived here.” They sort of laughed but agreed to throw the frisbees on the truck. I chuckled to myself as I imagined the neighbours opening up the truck at their new house, seeing all of those frisbees stacked onto the load of furniture, boxes and lamps there. It would be an inside joke, and they’d totally get it. After all, they were good neighbours…I was sorry I hadn’t had the chance to shake Mike’s hand and tell him good luck with his family in their new town and new home.
A couple of days later, I went into the back yard.
This is what I found.
There are no words.
Maybe the movers are messing with your head LOL
New neighbors own the same frisbee’s?
FENICLE, the new neighbours don’t move in for a few more weeks!
That’s karma, baby. Or your old neighbours have a sense of humour, too.