Monday, February 23, 2009

Ding Dong, The Jag is Dead!

This is slightly old news (happened last week) but I finally got around to reporting it (posting it on your favorite blog).  As some of you know, we have wonderful neighbors to the left of us (if you're facing our house).  The Poffibitys (spelling?) are a swell family of 8-10 people living in a medium-sized townhouse that apparently have no regard for anyone in their community.  The mom keeps popping out kids only slightly less frequently than OctoMom.  They are of Native American ancestry (they actually beat a drum loudly every now and then at night) and refuse to change their license plates from being registered in South Carolina or Oklahoma.  Apparently they also don't pay taxes because of some Native American tax loophole.  The father figure (a strange handyman-looking guy with a crew cut) has not fathered any of the litter of kids but lives there and is always working on one of their 12 cars.  Oh and he's wanted by the cops for something.  And their son is a drug dealer.  And they have piles of trash on their deck and in their backyard.

Anyways, the one big problem I've had with these folks is that they like to park cars they never use in the visitor parking spaces.  They had an old dilapidated Jaguar with four flat tires (and trash and old car seats inside) parked in the visitor spot for over 3 years.  It never.  moved.  once!   Well FINALLY the local cops intervened and towed that sumbitch away last week.  Unfortunately the other car in the picture above is also their car and I don't believe it's moved in months.  I'm slightly reluctant to park in the newly vacated spot because of all the dirt dust and possibly nails that lie there (after all it hadn't seen the sun in THREE YEARS).  At least the neighborhood now has a new spot to use to entertain their guests.  The next step is for the family to move out altogether but I'm convinced that we'll move out before they ever will.  

I know Lori has more background details on the psychos and will probably correct my post as usual.

3 comments:

Stacey said...

I am so happy that we don't have neighbors like this. And that we have our own driveway. My biggest challenge is that the neighbors across the street would park their ginormous SUV right across from the driveway and I would have to be careful not to hit it while backing out. Tough life I know...

Nate said...

Keep moving to Springfield!

Bob said...

I actually noticed the absence of said car when we arrived for our Wednesday babysitting duty. We got to park in the newly empty space -- for the first time -- pretty sure we didn't pick up any nails.