Great Support
I must say that even though it completely sucked getting my car smashed to smithereens there were a few good things that did come out of it. I found out that after two years of living here that I actually do have some pretty nice neighbors. Gordon and I already knew that the family we share the duplex with are amazing people but there are the old noisy people that live to the right of us that wakes us up at the crack of dawn every morning with them talking to each other loudly because they can’t hear & their yapping dogs and then there is the creepy Asian guy that lives next door to us on the left that likes to squat down on his porch while he smokes and look through the fence in our yard and who practically parks his car or puts his trashcans in our driveway. So with these two uncomfortable situations we were hesitant to meet anyone else unfortunately.
However, when this hit and run occurred everyone around us seemed to be very helpful and very nice. I finally got to meet the family that lives on the corner of our street that I have been wanting to meet for quite awhile now. They seemed pretty nice and punk rock themselves. Then I met an older woman two houses down and then I ended up befriending a girl that lives across the street from us which has a pretty cool family and I am sure I will be talking to quite a bit from now on. All three of these families luckily were witnesses to the hit and run and were more than willing to help me out with everything. Desiree, my new friend across the street, told me about a couple that lives directly across the street from the construction site where everyone said the lunch truck came from, so Gordon and I went to their house that night and they were the full on old hippy couple. They were more than willing to help me out and let me know if they saw the lunch truck again and I swear they were having flashbacks as I stood in their kitchen, they were really out there! LOL!
The next day at noon I decided to walk around the corner to see if the lunch truck showed up. I saw the two cops that helped us out staking out the place hidden away. It really made me feel good that they were still on this the next day. I ended up talking to them and they said that they had talked to the foreman of the construction zone and he was more than willing to help. However, the foreman said that the lunch truck had been coming twice a day for months and that day was the first time he had never came by and his crew had to leave and go get lunch. He said he didn’t have the catering truck name or number but he knew the drivers first name which was a start. Unfortunately when I went around the block on Friday to see if the truck was there he had still not shown up. The guy could be in Mexico by now as far as we know. I am hoping that in a week or two the guy will get his guard down and show back up to the site but that is highly unlikely. But Gordon and I are keeping our eyes open for lunch trucks in the area and will be researching them.
So not only were we blessed with some nice neighbors but we were really blessed with the family support this weekend. Gordon’s sister let us borrow a truck. Some of you may remember Gordon’s old white truck, well he had given it back to his parents when he got his grandpa’s car, they in turn gave it to his sister Kathy to give to her son when he turned 16. He apparently doesn’t want to drive a stick, which I don’t blame the guy, that is pretty hard to do for your first car, so it has been sitting in her driveway for awhile and she said sure why not, you can borrow it. So we send out a huge thank you to Kathy for letting us have the truck until my car gets fixed. In the meantime I will be driving Gordon’s huge grandpa car. I would rather have the truck but I cannot drive stick so he has the honor of driving it to and from work each day. My car unfortunately will not be done until around the first of October.
However, when this hit and run occurred everyone around us seemed to be very helpful and very nice. I finally got to meet the family that lives on the corner of our street that I have been wanting to meet for quite awhile now. They seemed pretty nice and punk rock themselves. Then I met an older woman two houses down and then I ended up befriending a girl that lives across the street from us which has a pretty cool family and I am sure I will be talking to quite a bit from now on. All three of these families luckily were witnesses to the hit and run and were more than willing to help me out with everything. Desiree, my new friend across the street, told me about a couple that lives directly across the street from the construction site where everyone said the lunch truck came from, so Gordon and I went to their house that night and they were the full on old hippy couple. They were more than willing to help me out and let me know if they saw the lunch truck again and I swear they were having flashbacks as I stood in their kitchen, they were really out there! LOL!
The next day at noon I decided to walk around the corner to see if the lunch truck showed up. I saw the two cops that helped us out staking out the place hidden away. It really made me feel good that they were still on this the next day. I ended up talking to them and they said that they had talked to the foreman of the construction zone and he was more than willing to help. However, the foreman said that the lunch truck had been coming twice a day for months and that day was the first time he had never came by and his crew had to leave and go get lunch. He said he didn’t have the catering truck name or number but he knew the drivers first name which was a start. Unfortunately when I went around the block on Friday to see if the truck was there he had still not shown up. The guy could be in Mexico by now as far as we know. I am hoping that in a week or two the guy will get his guard down and show back up to the site but that is highly unlikely. But Gordon and I are keeping our eyes open for lunch trucks in the area and will be researching them.
So not only were we blessed with some nice neighbors but we were really blessed with the family support this weekend. Gordon’s sister let us borrow a truck. Some of you may remember Gordon’s old white truck, well he had given it back to his parents when he got his grandpa’s car, they in turn gave it to his sister Kathy to give to her son when he turned 16. He apparently doesn’t want to drive a stick, which I don’t blame the guy, that is pretty hard to do for your first car, so it has been sitting in her driveway for awhile and she said sure why not, you can borrow it. So we send out a huge thank you to Kathy for letting us have the truck until my car gets fixed. In the meantime I will be driving Gordon’s huge grandpa car. I would rather have the truck but I cannot drive stick so he has the honor of driving it to and from work each day. My car unfortunately will not be done until around the first of October.
