Whilst very busy
doing assisting Angel with an Afrikaans project on troeteldiere [pets] after work yesterday; I received a call from Angel’s BFF. Her mommy, which would be Mommy 1; wanted Angel and I to go over to celebrate her younger daughter’s birthday.
Not one to say no to a party, even if it is for a 7 year old; I shut the net-book on goudvis [goldfish] and dashed to my Feisty Fiesta. Luckily I had worn my glamourous red Greek-inspired evening dress to work, so I didn’t need to change into party wear.
Driving through the complex I noticed that a resident was moving out; with furniture was being loaded onto a bakkie and several boxes lying on the driveway. Being the nosy neighbour I am, I drove by slowly so that I could ascertain just who was deserting us.
Imagine my surprise when I recognised Cute Neighbours couch being tied to a bakkie … by none other than CN himself! Risking whiplash I slammed on brakes, turned down the volume of the music I was blasting and stuck my head out the now open window.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Whilst this was directed to CN, his Bokkie gave me a dirty look as if to say it’s none of my business. Pffft. What does she know.
“I’m moving out.” Duh. I thought you were robbing your own place.
“Yes, I can see that.” I was actually referring to the fact that you’re moving out without so much as a goodbye to your so-called BEST friend, and I know for a fact that you haven’t given notice to your landlady!
An awkward silence fall upon us, wherein Cute Neighbour, his girlfriend and I took turns to stare at each other; awaiting a continuation of the conversation.
With a bottle of juicy red wine with my name on it waiting on Mommy 1′s bar, I took the initiative.
“Ok, well good luck and goodbye!”
And with that I waved my French-manicured fingers at my now ex-neighbour and his much relieved girlfriend and headed to Mommy 1 and her Jesus Juice.