My Pomeranian, Baxter, likes hanging outside on our small fenced-in patio. Today, when I go to the door to let him in, he is carrying a piece of unopened mail. It looks like an invitation.
And it is addressed to my neighbor.
The one who called the Police on me for parking too close to his car.
It was a couple of years ago. I was in my apartment and heard a commotion and walked outside to find the Police and my neighbor and his wife standing next to my car.
And yes. I was guilty. I had gotten home unusually late the night before and had carelessly pulled right up tight to him; almost touching my bumper to his bumper. There was hardly air between us.
But sheesh, he didn’t have to call the cops on me. Of all the shady things I’ve done in my life, this is when I see the cops? Too much.
I walked up and looked at the bumpers up close. They were not touching.
I looked over at the cop, who was still in his car, and threw my hands up in disbelief.
“Really?” I said, flabbergasted, “this is all a lot of nonsense!”
The cops shrugged, I advised the man to take a breath, gave his wife my sympathies, and walked back into my apartment.
There is just no such thing as communication anymore. Technology has created new ways to talk and it seems that actual face-to-face conversation has gone right out the window.
What a shame.
So today, Baxter delivers this unopened mail to me. I don’t know how it ever got over my fence and into my yard because my neighbor and I have several feet of lawn between our buildings. And I am not even sure if it is his.
But I have a feeling.
So I write a post-it note explaining how his mail was delivered to me by my dog, Baxter, and after confirming his address, I walk over to his building and put it in his mailbox. Maybe it will make him grin.
I walk away feeling a little pleased with myself.
Why be so nice to someone who was obviously wrapped a bit too tightly?
Oh, what the hell. I’ll show him how it’s done.
Neighbors. . . Kindness. . . Nice and simple. It’s an old-fashioned concept.
And I’m helping it make a comeback. 🙂