They're the people that you meet when you're walking down the Street

I know we’ve all heard the kids song before but have you really ever stopped to see your neighbors? I mean take the time and truly take them in, their habits and behaviors, those little things they do when they think no one is watching? I’ve always been the type of person who has tended to observe. When I was younger I was quiet and would spend more time playing with my dolls and reading. (I think that went out the window when my “mosquito bites” grew in, although I still like reading and I have a real My Buddy Doll- wherever I go, he comes along)

The human 7/11
On Sunday I rode the Elevator with a woman and her daughter. They had the following conversation:
Daughter: Mom, I thought Mr. Jerry was your boyfriend. Why was Mr. Eric here last night?
Mom looking very embarrassed: You know Mr. Jerry and I broke up a long time ago
Daughter: but Mr. Jerry was here the night before last.

This woman has 2 other kids and motherhood has not put a dent her social life.


Take ol’ 8 ball Christy who can be seen coming in when I’m leaving. She has 2 kids, 1 bad ass little boy and a girl I never really see. I never knew what she did for a living. At first I thought she was a stay at home mom, but I saw her at 10 am one Saturday walking into the building looking BEAT. She was wearing sweats and sneakers but had crimps in her hair and had glitter everywhere. The wheels began a spinning. I began paying close attention to her. She did this Every weekend. When I went out on Maternity leave I found out this was a daily occurrence. After talking to the security guards it was confirmed. Home girl is a STRIPPER!!!

Next is the Me and You, Us never Part crew, the one for all, all for one octet. One of the crew ended up getting pregnant. I guess that day they each took a blood oath because they all got pregnant. All of them. Not one of them is old enough to vote, in fact I believe they are probably studying (or should be) for the SAT's. They can be seen walking their babies in their expensive mama bought strollers and converging in the back with the saggin pants boys. One girl asked me what I was doing to fit in my skinny jeans, because and I quote she aint even trynna have this baby fat forever. She gotta find her baby a daddy. Riiiight.

The Saggin Pants boys also known as the I wear skinny jeans but my knots don’t fit so I sag em boys. They do nothing. When I leave for work they’re out there. When I come home from work, they’re out there. When I went to the hospital with a UTI at 4 am yep they were out there. They are the ones who will utter such sweet nothings as “ yo ma, I aint even know you had all that going on” but they do serve some purpose. One of the “get fresh crew” (you know the little girls that try you b/c you look their age but don’t truly understand that type of ass whooping they are requesting) thought she would break our peaceful, say nothing to me, I’ll say nothing to you treaty with a smart ass comment. I said nothing but I raised the people’s eyebrow. One of the Saggin Pants crew intervened by telling the wrench that she doesn’t want to go there. She retreated. All quite on the eastern front.

Then You have the Maintenance Men: No seriously, that is their job, but they also perform that other function for free during the hours of 8 pm and 5 am…when they think no one is watching. They can be seen going into the homes of middle aged biddies no tool belt required of course. Gotta love the fringe Benefits.

So who are the people in YOUR Neighborhood?