Showcase the Baby

Ever since the day we moved in the neighbors that live down the street decided they aren't going to like us.  It's true.  Promise.  See our house # is 8546 and their house # is 8456.  What makes it super confusing is that I grew up in a house for 25 years that was 84503.  So I made, what I found out later, to be the BIG mistake of telling a few people my address was 8456.  Following me with the #s?

We've now lived here for 3 years and our neighbors still get some of our mail.  Lots of junk mail but some personal.  They started out by just putting wrong address on the letters.  Then it escalated to please change your address, then CHANGE YOUR ADDRESS... Then change or I'll throw (literally said that) One time he even had to come over b/c I got a nice present of Mrs Fields Chocolate Chip cookies sent to me.  He then even scolded me and told me to change it.  He even gave me a posted note so I could remember.

All through that time I would tell the sender to change my address.  I did my diligent duty just as they tasked.  Well yesterday they got a what some would say a taste of their own medicine.

I got one of their packages!  And it was important too.  One that had DRUGS labeled all over it.  Hmmm... quite the nice package for them to drop off at the wrong address :)

Well me being the nice person wrapped Rylee all up in her stroller and walked on down with their very heavy package.  I politely knocked on their door while the big ol' angry man came to answer.  I killed them with kindness as Steve and my Dad always said to do.  You can tell it really annoyed him to.  He just made a face like how could the shipper do this while his wife over hears and comes strolling by

"Is that Carly?"  then proceeds " I'm sorry to be B****in!  But will you please have them change the address"

Whoa lady!  Nice to meet you too.

I so kindly explain to them that I've called to have them change it every time and sorry for the inconvenience. Then she spat something back saying she's been getting the houses mail for 47 years.  Then telling me all the people who lived there.  If you are wondering, the Lamberts lived in our home first.

She kept going on in her not so nice tone until she saw Rylee in the stroller right behind me...  Wouldn't you know its like a switch flipped!  Both the wife and the husband then became the nicest people ever and asking all about her, telling me it's okay about the mail, and thanking me for bringing the package over.

They might even say Hi as I pass by now.

Note to self:  Always showcase the baby.