Love Thy Neighbor
We moved into a new house a few years ago. Two days after we get settled in, it’s a gorgeous day so I’m out tending the garden.
If you live in Louisiana you’ll realize that nice days are few and far in between. It’s hot and muggy. About 30 minutes after I start, this woman walks beside the house.
She compliments my garden and asks how much my services cost.
So I told her, ma’am, I don’t do any services. About this time my husband walks out and puts something into the car. So all is perfectly fine right?
No. This woman decides to call the authorities and tell them we are robbing the place. I don’t know if her watching my husband caused that, thinking he was pulling stuff out of the house and putting it into the vehicle or whatnot.
We were new neighbors, moved in like a few days prior so you’d think she would have seen us moving. Three officers show up a few minutes after she left.
We didn’t know she called them. They pull up while both of us are wondering what the heck happened. Maybe someone we knew passed on or our kid got pulled over.
Neither.
They said we were called in as an active burglar. We had to prove it was ours. She didn’t even talk to us about it.
Although I guess in the moment she just lost it. People are crazy here.