Remember last September when Hurricane Ike was supposed to hit Corpus Christi and then that very same week this tenement on wheels showed up at our neighbor’s house?
And remember how I made a lot of jokes about Cousin Eddie coming to visit and ha, ha, ha wasn’t that funny?
And then a week later the neighbors told us they’d actually bought the RV for $2500 on the internet from a man with the worst case of plumber’s crack I’d ever seen who drove it down from Wisconsin or somewhere? (The man drove it, not his plumber’s crack. Just to clarify.)
A few days after that, the metal love shack disappeared and I (falsely!) assumed that they took it to wherever it belonged, like perhaps the city dump.
However, the mobile ghetto showed up again about a week later and it’s been parked in their driveway ever since. It’s essentially the view from our back porch, which makes the high property taxes we pay to live in this neighborhood seem totally worth it.
Between the RV and the raccoon crackhouse next door, it seems like we ought to get some kind of tax rebate.
Anyway, the neighbors walked over yesterday to let us know they are going to be out of town for a few days and asked if we’d mind keeping an eye on the place while they’re gone.
Later I told P, “It would be a crying shame if someone steals that RV while they’re gone.”
To which he replied, “Yes and it would be a bigger shame if I just happened to loan someone my truck to help them steal it.”
I’m not saying it will happen. It’s a purely hypothetical scenario.