So, as I've previously mentioned, our neighbors are pretty much all crackheads.
Every day, the children gather in the street to play. Why? I have no idea. Everyone on our street has both a front and a back yard. I was amazed to recently discover that one of the houses on the other side of the street has a freaking trampoline in the back. A trampoline people! Do you know how much green money I would have given for a trampoline when I was a kid? A lot!
Yet, they all play in the street.
Every day when I get home from work, I get to have a pinball adventure just trying to get to my home. Must dodge children! Must dodge dogs! Must dodge the twelve tons of crap children have laying in the road! Just the 1/8 of a mile trip to the end of the road leaves me exhausted.
Recently, some of the children have had the absolutely brilliant idea to take car ramps, set them in the street and use them do stunts on their bikes and skateboards. Despite the fact that the ambulance has been down our street two times recently, they still persist in doing this.
All of the parents apparently feel this is a really smart plan.
Jason usually works later than I do and he generally doesn't get home before it's dark outside. This week, however, the children are all on Spring Break and therefore home for the day. He comes home daily at lunch and on Tuesday he came home and found a skate ramp, two skateboards, and three bikes laying in the middle of the road. We live on a narrow street and there was absolutely no way around them without hitting him (which, of course, I said, "You should have just ran over the crap!" and he said, "I didn't want to hurt my new car." We have priorities people!).
He honked the horn and no one came out. So he got out of his car, went to the house of some of the children and asked their mother to ask them to come move their crap out of the road. Reluctantly, they did.
He came home that night around 6:30pm and all the crap was back in the road. The road is completely blocked and since we live on the end of a dead-end street there is literally no way around.
He went back to the house and asked again, politely if she could please ask her children not to leave their things in the middle of the street when they were done playing with them.
The woman, whose name I don't know so we'll call her Moronbreath, said:
"Okay, that's fine, but YOU need to start being more understanding."
Jason said, "Excuse me?"
Moronbreath said, "They are just young boys! You can't expect young boys not to leave their things in the middle of the street."
No, I'm serious. She really did say that.
Jason said, "Ma'am, I have a nine year old son and I assure you that he has never left anything in the street. Ever."
Moronbreath sighed, deeply, to the depths of her soul.
"Are you a Christian?" she asked.
"Yes," Jason replied.
"Well," she said. "Since you are a Christian, maybe you should have a Christian attitude."
Jason stood there in shock for a moment and finally told her, "It goes both ways."
He then left.
And came home and told me.
And I? Got furious.
Because excuse me? We're using JESUS CHRIST OUR LORD AND SAVIOR as a reason not to teach our children to behave? What?
I mean, I think if Jesus had her phone number he would call her up and be all like,
"Hey, yeah. About that. If you are going to use my name like that? You might want to, you know, make your kids act right. Because, yeah. That's actually something I really want you to do."
We have driven around their piles of crap for over TWO YEARS NOW. Two YEARS people. We have not called the police. We have not picked up their crap and thrown it in the trash. My husband NICELY asked them to TAKE CARE OF THEIR OWN POSSESSIONS and they accuse him of not being a good Christian?
How about raising your children to be responsible citizens?
How about raising your children to value their possessions?
How about teaching your kids to FREAKING ACT RIGHT and not draw on other people's houses with magic markers and not throw rocks at cars, and to not think they don't have to get out of the middle of the STREET where people are trying to DRIVE because they don't feel like it?
Then you can preach to me about being a good Christian.
Talk about using the Lord's name in vain.