Sunday, September 14, 2008

I'm THAT Neighbor

Now and again, my own social awkwardness will astound me. Yesterday was such a day.

A little background: A few days ago, Magpie wrote an excellent story about a socially inept fellow who’d bring a package of Fig Newtons to the neighborhood party to place among all the homemade dishes, and she linked to another hilarious tale of a neighbor who couldn’t quite make conversation, but did his best to contribute what he could.

I’d just arrived home from the grocery store and started unloading bags when my neighbors pulled into their driveway. For once, I wasn’t in a hurry, so I walked over a few feet to wave hello.

“We saw you at Safeway!” Mr. Neighbor said. I hadn’t noticed or recognized them – oops. “We’re having a barbeque, having some friends over. Would you like to come too?”

Somehow I wasn’t in the right mindset to talk coherently and I explained that we were going to meet some friends, but I said it in way that totally sounded like I was making an excuse, even though we were going to a friend’s graduation party.

I stumbled off and realized, “I’m becoming that neighbor with the solo lawn chair, or the one who brings a pack of gum to the potluck.”

Determined to do better, I rallied the troops to bake treats to deliver to our neighbors before we left for the graduation party.

I want to live in this neighborhood for decades and have block parties and all that stuff. Brownies are a small step in that direction.


Mayberry said...

Sounds like a good save!

kittenpie said...

Well, who could resist the neighbour who shows up with brownies?

Magpie said...

I want to live in my neighborhood for decades too. The brownies were a good move!