If any of you have kids or don't have kids and secretly watch Sesame Street, you'd probably be familiar with "The People in Your Neighborhood" song:
As the lyrics go:
Oh, who are the people in your neighborhood?
In your neighborhood?
In your neighborhood?
Say, who are the people in your neighborhood?
The people that you meet each day
Marshall and I became quickly acquainted with a person in our neighborhood. There is a park right across the street from where we live and we've gone there just about every day to let Chandler burn off some energy. One day there happened to be a little girl who looked about Chandler's age. She came up to Marshall and I and started talking to us. Marsh asked her name and we couldn't quite get it - it sounded like Bethany or Stephanie but we weren't sure. As she ran off, I looked around to see who her parents were. She ran up to a man who I would guess to be in his mid 40's. He was wearing a faded maroon tank top which exposed way to much chest, arm and shoulder hair for my liking, shorts with a big hole, a hat, pop bottle glasses, and no teeth. Looked a little scary right off. I was a big taken back when I first heard him speak as his voice is a little high and nasaly - not to mention he talks funny because he has no teeth.
"Don't bite the boys, ok?" he said to her.
There was one other boy playing that evening too - about 2 years old. The little girl smiled and ran away. Throughout the rest of the time we were there she targeted this other little boy and hugged him over and over until he started crying and his mom had to pull the little girl off. Her dad did nothing, just sat and watched and smiled.
He informed us that she either hugs or bites everyone she meets.
The next day we came to the park, the little girl and her dad were there again. Marshall had some conversation with this guy that I later heard about. I guess he's unemployed right now and was telling Marsh he was waiting for the Union to call him. Marsh told him about the new job he was starting and his reply was, "Oh - one of those buildings with air conditioning." (As if he spends his days at the hot park and never goes into an air conditioned building) Might I mention he was wearing the same clothes as last time we saw him and his little girl had snarly hair and clothes that were too small for her.
Fast forward to the next day. We see him at the park again, and he tells the little girl:
"There's your boyfriend, go get him!" (pointing to Chandler)
It's hard to take this man seriously with the sound of his voice and sometimes I want to burst out laughing but have to look away not to.
A few minutes later he yells, "Tiffany, come here!"
How ironic - his daughter's name is Tiffany.
Little Tiffany runs over to the swing and Marshall is already at the swings pushing Chandler. This man comes over to push his daughter and strikes up a random conversation with me.
"Her birthday is in August."
"Wow, that's great." I say
"She was almost born on my birthday - it's August 15th and she was born on the 17th. You know I also have two sons whose birthdays are in May. Would you like to know what days?"
He goes on to tell me about his son's birthdays. Can you get any more random? Oh, and guess what he's wearing today? ............Yep - the maroon tank top and shorts with holes.
After our little conversation is finished, he starts singing "5 little Monkeys jumping on the bed" to little Tiffany. All the while he is shoving her so hard in the swing I'm surprised she hasn't fallen out yet.
Marshall comes to sit by me and I'm telling him about this random conversation. We look over and every time the little girl swings forward he tries to lick her. Yes, you read that right, he tries to lick her. Super weird, huh? It gets better.
On the bench next to Marshall and me is a Dr. Pepper bottle that has a few swallows left in it. The little girl runs up, grabs the bottle and takes it over to her dad.
"Is this yours?" he yells at us.
He then proceeds to open it up for her and let her finish drinking it. Wow. That did it for me. I didn't know whether to laugh or just gawk at them. Just after that, 3 kids aged 8-10 ran up to this man and were all excited to see him. I think they called him Ray or Roy, didn't quite get his name. How he knows these kids, I have no idea. Maybe they were his, or just more people in our neighborhood....
But Ray/Roy is a person in our neighborhood, in our neighborhood, in our neigh-bor-hood. Ray is a person in our neighborhood...a person that we meet each day. :)