So I met (one of) the new neighbors across the the street yesterday, as she yelled to me across the road while I was getting home:
"HEY! You ain't seen mah contact's in th' mail have you?"
Baby on hip, she came strutting over for a closer talk.
I'd been reluctant to meet them since they moved in after watching the piles of junk collect in their car port, used cars with sales prices come in and out of their yard, and late night explecitives sound back and forth from across the street.
I thought, "here goes".
So she continued to introduce herself and divulge into her life history which I will truncate:
"Yah, you might'ave seen mah husband - he's about, eighteen years older than me *chuckle "
"He works at his daddy's used car lot and I just stay at home all day, so you oughta tell your little wife to feel free to stop over some time"
"yah, that truck that's o'er here all the time is my mother-in-law's, *@#$%ing b@#$"
This is going to be a long summer...