My neighbor called today, could I pick her kid up from school? Yeah, sure no problem. Great. My house got broken into.
I live in a nice, safe little neighborhood. Fifties-style houses dotted along trim yards. "Grandma houses" I call them, because they're old. And safe.
So I get the low-down from my neighbor about her break-in and then we start talking about other neighbors on the street and swapping stories.
Now, when I say "other neighbors" I really mean "renters" which equates to the guy that lets his four dogs in the front yard to potty and them screams "I'M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU FUCKING BIIIIIIIIITTTCCCCHHHHHHEESSSS" when they run into the street. And the other neighbor that has at least 20 cats and you can smell the smell from her driveway. And let us not forget the neighbor smoking a joint in his backyard screaming at the guy behind him that he was going to fucking kill him, you god damn asshole (isn't that suppose to mellow you?) and then a SWAT team came and carted him off less than an hour later.
Yes, I live in a lovely little family-oriented neighboorhood that gets some fucking crazy ass renters.