More Antics from Crazy Neighbors

Good thing I live in suburbia, otherwise, I might run short of content for the blog.

There is a couple who live across the street that we only see on the rarest of occasions. Once in awhile they trek to the mailbox in the light of day. They park both cars in the garage, so we mostly see the dad (yes, they have a kid) behind the wheel of the super stylie mini-van, presumably on his way to work as manager of Bed, Bath and Beyond (the reason I know this is not because I've actually had a conversation with these people, but because the super-friendly, know-it-all neighbor catty-corner from us seems to have gleaned this information from an unnamed source).

The exception to this routine is Saturday morning. Each week,The Manager ventures out in non-descript yard clothes for his mowing ritual, which culminates with a marathon driveway washing session. For this, he stands on the driveway and gently hoses away all the pesky grass clippings that have blown onto the pavement. After about 20 minutes of this water-wasting fest, he moves on to the sidewalk in front of his house for 10 minutes more (see photo). He seems so relaxed when he's doing this "chore" I'm certain it's his way of unwinding after a long week of folding towels and organizing shelves of "as seen on TV" kitchen gadgets.

Why he can't pick up a broom at BBB with his wicked manager discount and sweep the clippings away, I will not know. But, it appears that my picture taking, although I was stealthily hiding in my garage to get the paparazzi-like shot you see above, has driven him to take on his OCD driving washing on Thursday afternoons. I've seen him on those days I "work from home."