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Who are the People in Your Neighborhood?

Resident’s blog, people watching date 130802:10

Hot woman on beach cruiser: She has black hair, often braided or pony tailed and wears black jeans. It was magical the 2 times I was also biking and we got to riff at an intersection waiting for the light to change. She’s kinda punk in a way that doesn’t want to be associated with mall punk. What makes her hot? She smokes as she pedals around the area.

Postal carrier: this rotates, but they make the same mistake somehow. I’ve gotten mail from my neighbors, so how much of mine is getting misplaced and not returned? You do NOT fuck with my Netflix! Even I know how the apartments are arranged in the mail caddy, it’s not difficult. Mail has reduced since the internet and I imagine they get bigger routes. Still, I put a post it note with my name and address inside his access side. So on days I can catch him (no women), I can return my neighbor’s mail and comment about my clear, identifying note.

Guy with broom. There’s a major intersection between the strip mall and big mall and there’s a guy that sweeps the piles of dirt that accumulates by the islands of the intersection. First I thought he was come kind of custodian for the strip mall, but he has no uniform and it’s a plastic house broom. If he’s looking for handouts, he doesn’t have a cup. I imagine he has OCD or some restless energy that brings him out. He doesn’t seem to put the dirt in some sort of bin, he’s left a few large piles of dirt after he’s done. Hm.

Pet walkers: My teeth are jacked up, I admit. A lot of people wonder why I’m serious or smirk. I don’t like smiling. One thing that gets me instantly smiling despite my self- consciousness are pets. I look down and smile at the doggie that’s being walked until I peripheral that the owner knows I’m cool with the animal kingdom.

Some people do it out of obligation, like they’re doing it to get out of the house of who “really” owns the dog? Tough, but felt that before. A lot are elderly who are also going for their walk, really. I’m good at saying “”hi/ hello” to people in passing, but they’re usually always first. I suppose little kids are too. Kids and elderly, they don’t have the superego shield the middle-aged have.

Garden neighbors. There are a few, they have elaborate plants in their small apartment yard. Some have garden decor, put up little fences or have a couple of iron chairs and a table. I like them all! I expect to see a little old woman out drinking tea. But one yard, there was a beer belly old guy drinking the appropriate beverage for said gut.

The part-time punk girl at the can bank: This woman had cool aqua blue straight neck length hair when I saw her. Last time I saw her, it kinda faded out, but I didn’t see anything that could be natural root color growing out. Or was it blonde? She walked her dog, wore a tight tee and jeans. I’m secretly jealous of people who alter their appearances to let you know that they have never worked in an office, retail or any business with a family friendly dress code. for whatever reason, you may be imagining a stocky butch chick and that’s this woman’s surprise. She’s kinda medium build and girly without being hammy or wannabe about her. If she orders a shot of bourbon at the bar she’d be at her most optimal.

This could very well be the first of an ongoing series. I’m practicing writing about some other neighbors at the moment, as well as past roommates *shudder*

2013/08/02 Posted by | Single malts | , , , , , | Leave a comment