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I've posted a few times before about our downstairs neighbors, but here's some backstory:
We loved the downstairs neighbors we had before the current neighbors. When they moved out and the current neighbors (a family of five) moved in, we thought we'd try to cultivate a friendly relationship with them - they have a kid about Will's age, they looked about our age, they were geographically convenient. I baked cookies, but for awhile the only time we saw them around was while I was at work, so Lorne and Will took them down one day. The woman opened the door *just* wide enough for her to fit in it, acted very nervous, took the cookies, then shut the door. It was odd. The woman hasn't ever said anything to Lorne in the year since then, even when he runs into her and says hi. I sometimes get a "hi", but it's usually only from one of the kids.
Once when we were playing with Will in his kiddie pool, the mom passed by and I asked her if she'd like to use the pool for her kids at all, since it was so hot and we had it all set up, and she pretended like she didn't hear me (though she obviously did, seeing as how I'm loud and she passed within three feet of me). The mom often hurries her kids inside (or past us to their car) if we're outside playing when they're coming or going, however, when my mom and Lorne's mom have visited and taken Will outside to play, the kids are allowed to play with him. So for some reason they just don't want to deal with me and Lorne. Odd.
Six months after they moved in, some of their relatives moved in with them. So now the family of five is a family of nine. Four adults, five kids. In a two bedroom apartment. (Though I haven't seen the father in the second family for awhile, so maybe he moved out/left and there are just 8 people there.) Their stuff has spilled out onto their patio and around the entrance to their apartment, and has almost taken over the bike rack. The relatives brought a yappy dog. Dogs are not allowed. We ignored it for awhile, but eventually the yappy dog started keeping us up at night, so I finally called management and let them know about the dog. Apparently management notified them that they were coming, so they took the dog away for awhile, then brought it back later. We all share a hot water heater, and sometimes (after we hear their water running for hours on end) we have no hot water for showers in the evening. This, combined with their weird behavior toward us, is annoying. So when we found out they were moving to a three bedroom across the complex we were happy. Maybe our next neighbors will be normal.
Anyway, one of the adults that lives there sent an email yesterday to the complex mailing list asking for help with the move, since they have to be out of their current apartment and into the new one all on the same day. It's sad that they have no friends to help them move (but not super sad, because we tried to be friendly and they act like we're lepers). Lorne decided he'd offer to help out for a couple hours. I thought, aw, what a nice husband I have. How sweet.
No. Lorne's offering to help because he's pretty sure they're going to make up some reason why they don't need his help (when they so very obviously do) and he wants to see them squirm.
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I would help only so I could be nosy and see what creepy setup they had.
What weirdos! I get angry when my attempts at friendship are declined. I bet they are serial killers. Look them up on Wikipedia.
Thank God they are moving.
I would volunteer to help just to see how they live.
Do they have any type of accent? Could they have expired visas or something?
Other probabilities are methlab, abusive husband, witness protection, or hoarders.
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I think this is a win-win for Lorne. Either they refuse and he sees them squirm OR they accept and he gets a look at their secrets.
Please report back on Dr. Lorne Medicine Woman's findings.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
I will share what he finds!
With the amount of crap they have hoarders could be a possibility, but we have a lot of crap and we're four people, I can't imagine how these people fit 8-9 people and all their crap in the same size apartment as what we have. So it may just be non-hoarding extraneous crap.
Since the other man that was around them is no longer there (and was older, and could have been the father of one of them), and since it's a popular topic these days, I decided that they're polygamists and the two women are sister wives.
Moo's "Look at their secrets' comment is funnah.