Last Friday, during out Skype session, I mentionned how some of my across the street neighbours were intriguing me greatly.
I’ve lived in this same apartment for almost ten years, now. Needless to say that I am very familiar with the whole neighbourhood. I know every backstreet, every alley, and of course, though I don’t know them personally, pretty much all our neighbours.
There’s the couple of young men and their two dogs, above them an old man living alone with his cat and dog (he spends a lot of afternoons sitting on his balcony with his pooch on his lap). Above him, an annoying couple who owns a pressure washer and probably have sworn to each other that they would get every penny’s worth out of it. On their right (well, actually my right, but from their apartment) the place seems empty, but since there’s no ”For rent” sign, I’m guessing that’s just a very discreet neighbour. Bellow, a single old lady that regularly comes to her balcony for a smoke, and finally, bellow her, after moving in recently, a single (seemingly VERY handy man… He’s always outside with all kinds of tools, fixing stuff) man in his twenties.
The last year has made things even more interesting, with the lockdown(s) and the 8 PM curfew. Everybody’s home all the time, so my neighbour watch has intensified.
All the above neighbours live in the building on the right (the one with the two pointy things on the roof). You can forget about them… It’s the people living in the building on the left that interest us today.
Why? We’re getting there…
See, around here, the garbage gets picked up every Thursday morning. So every Wednesday night, we all take our bags out on the side walk (before 8 PM, you know… The curfew). We rarely have more than one bag per week. And if we do quick math, the people in the pointy building are like Chéri and I. Six apartment, six bags, all’s good!
But! The left-side building has only two apartments, and at least three times the garbage.
Of course, it is springtime, and they might be in the middle of an intense clean up session, wanting to suddenly get rid of all kinds of things, right? But this has been going on for years. E-ve-ry wee-k, they have that much waste to get rid of. At that rate, Chéri and I would have emptied our place within a month. Where do they find so much stuff to throw away??
So, last Friday, I joked about the fact that they might be serial killers. Then the what ifs started to spread in the group, and someone said that I should walk across the street and check the bags to be sure. What if there were body parts in the bags? I just might reveal the identity of an amazingly successful killer, and save a number of lives.
What if I didn’t check and let the slaughter keep going on like this. One day, I’d wake up to the sound of the police cars, and see officers arresting said neighbours… and when the lady from the news channel would ask what I thought about it, I’d have no choice but to think back to all the Wednesdays I had peeked out the window, and thought ”Wow, that’s weird! Where do they get all this stuff???”
But I’m a bit of a chicken (not about going through their garbage, I just don’t want the police to arrest me for breaking the curfew, and have to explain to them why I am tearing out neighbour’s bags), so I’ll leave it at that for now.
Instead, I’ll post a picture of the other side of the street every Wednesday for a couple of weeks. And you can make up your mind about it. If you also think it is kinda creepy after a while, I might reconsider checking the bags.