Nebulous Mooch

The other day I was sitting on the sofa surfing the interwebs and minding my own business when a rather rotund gentleman walked right up to my living room window and looked inside. This wasn’t a sneaky casual look into my home. It was purposeful hands cupped across the forehead face against the glass look. Surprised I got up off the sofa and opened my front door just in time to see the man disappear into the flat next door.

I thought he’s obviously curious about his new neighbors. So I decided to introduce myself.  I walked over to this door and knocked. He didn’t answer. So I knocked again…still no answer. Figuring that he was embarrassed and we could deal with introductions later, I went back inside to continue with my very important interweb surfing.

The next day when my husband and I were going out that very same neighbor was in the parking area. We said hello and he introduced himself. “My name is Mr. Harmond,” he said outstretching his hand to shake. Mr. Harmond, seriously? He is probably only 5 years older than my husband. “I stopped by the other day to introduce myself, but my telephone was ringing,” he continued. I wanted to laugh out loud and say, “That’s not what happened.” I was on my best behavior as usually and kept my mouth shut.

Here is what we learned about Mr. Harmond during our brief chat:

• He talks to you with his eyes closed.
• He had had just about enough of the previous resident of our flat, Scott.
• Scott stole a laundry basket from the laundry room and Mr. Harmond wants it back

We share a laundry shed with Mr. Harmond at the back of the property. There was a pile of stuff on our washing machine when we moved in. We assumed it belonged to Mr. Harmond or the landlord. However it must’ve belonged to Scott because after we talked to Mr. Harmond that day we found all of that junk thrown into our trash can. That’s annoying because in our area they emphasize that all rubbish must be in a bag or they will not collect your trash. My husband was working at the time so I had to dig through the trash can to get the garbage out and put it in a bag.

I would like to add to my list of things learned about Mr. Harmond that he is passive aggressive. Actually I don’t know if that qualifies as passive aggressive or if it’s just plain annoying.

*The names in this post were changed to protect the not so innocent.  

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