We live in what I think of as the rural equivalent of an apartment complex. Instead of one big building with lots of units stacked on top of each other, there are several smaller buildings with two units each, plus one single unit in a stand-alone house with a garage (which, those people are clearly just showing off). The way our building is set up, there’s an apartment in each end and a maybe ten foot wide covered entryway in between that we share.
Over the two years we’ve been here, we’ve seen a few neighbors come and go in the unit we share the entryway with. There was the suspected tweaker, there was my boss from my high school job at the local general store (that was…awkward. Especially during his poker nights when a giant cloud of weed smoke would come rolling out his front door every time it was opened. Not that I have the slightest problem with people smoking weed…it just seems odd when it’s someone who was an authority figure in your young adult life, you know? It’s kind of like if you happened upon your high school principle or soccer coach packing a fat bowl. Part of your brain is like ‘coooool’ while the other part is like ‘wait, WHAT?’), and there was the last guy who just moved out at the end of February. We’ll call him D.
D was basically the perfect neighbor (at least, for us): he was a trucker so he was often gone for a week or more at a time. He was also quite hard of hearing, so even when he WAS home, he wasn’t bothered by our yappy dog, my husband’s propensity to sing along to music while he walks said yappy dog, or my propensity to talk to the neighborhood wildlife. He happened to also be a very nice guy, what little we knew of him, so we were sad to see him go.
The new neighbors moved in last weekend. Aside from a mysterious pile of cat vomit that materialized next to our welcome mat (which I strategically ignored until it disappeared about 24 hours later.WIN!) the day they moved in, and the fact that the female inhabitant smokes in our shared entryway, they’ve given me nothing to complain about.
Except…and I know how batshit crazy this is going to sound, but that’s never stopped me before…
…they leave their outside light on. Like, ALL the time. 24 hours a day.
I didn’t think much of it at first because they were in the process of moving and that’s stressful, you know? Half your shit is at one place, half is somewhere else, everything’s in boxes and all you want is to cook a grilled cheese but you have no cheese and you can’t find the right pan and the cat hates the new apartment so he’s spite-vomiting in inopportune places. I totally get it.
After three days, though…it seems like you should have probably bought some cheese. You should have probably put the pans away and found a place for all your shoes and gotten the cable hooked up and hung the curtains. You should probably be better acquainted with the location of light switches. You can probably remember to shut the outside light off, if not when you go to bed at night, then certainly when you get up in the morning and the sun is shining.
And yes, I know, I’m an asshole because I’m not considering that maybe one of them works odd hours or maybe they came from a place where shit would get stolen or vandalized if people thought you weren’t home or any number of other reasons why they might choose to leave the light on. Also, yes, it’s their electric bill not mine, so what the hell should I care whether they leave the light on or not.
You’re not wrong. Just for the record. I’m not saying you are.
But it still fucking bothers me. It makes my god damned teeth itch.
I feel your pain. I pick up on these really, seemingly, benign things and then they infuriate me. May the light go out.
Disappointed to hear our high school boss no longer lives there. Was looking forward to poker night and a trip down memory lane hahaha!
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Oh, he’s still in the area and not hard to find, trust me. 😉
Our neighbors across the street have an exterior light that is always on and has a weird habit of intermittently brightening to searchlight intensity, only to dim back down a few seconds later. At first I thought it was some kind of motion-activated security dealie, but upon further observation I realized that nope, it’s just brightening and dimming for no goddamn reason other than to make me stabby.
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That’s bizarre. Maybe it’s possessed. You better keep an eye out for poltergeists!
We have lights outside our apartment doors in the hallway, which really just seems like they are trying to make us feel better about not having a regular house by giving us a cute light that isn’t needed. Yet I have a neighbor that leaves theirs on a lot. Why???????
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