"WHAT are you guys doing?" The crazy neighbour caught me outside touching up paint around the front door. "Are you moving?"
I felt myself being cornered and saw my dream of telling her some crazy story like that I was taking a job in Botswana evaporate. I managed to remain vague on the details but as the conversation rapidly slid further out of my control I ended up confessing that we were thinking of moving.
"WHAT?! People are going to start making fun of me now!"
"Hmm … Why is that?"
"Because you’re the fourth set of owners that have been and gone since I’ve lived here!"
"Umm, how long have you lived over there?"
"Five and a half years!"
I’m just saying.