The rental house at the end of the block seems to attract an unending stream of Special Snowflake druggie bad parents.
The most recent tenants moved in last summer. They quickly made “friends” with my sociable next-door neighbor Gary. Two days after the Snowflake family moved in, Gary and I were lounging by my pool. Snowflake parents let themselves through my gate and came down to the pool, allegedly to talk to Gary, who introduced them to me.
It took less than five minutes for the Snowflake parents to start telling me how much their kids (at least six of them) were going to enjoy using my pool. I managed to put a stop to that.
Yesterday Gary told me that the Snowflakes were pestering him to persuade me to let their kids use my pool this summer.
Let’s see . . . Snowflake parents are known drug abusers and have been in and out of rehab this past year. They owe Gary money. Their swarm of children is not closely supervised. One day the 5-year-old was in another neighbor’s yard with a machete, chopping down the garden. The father’s response was “So?”
These people have made no effort to befriend me (for which I’m grateful). I’m astounded that they think someone they barely know would give their crazy family open access to a pool. Of course, they believe that their children are perfectly behaved little angels.