Neighbors Who Are Thieves

One of the really cool things about this neighborhood, this town, is that every Spring, there is an annual bulk pickup. A day or two before their assigned pick-up day, people put things on their curbs that don't normally get hauled away. Other people drive around and take what they want. Last year we hauled away a lot of boards that we used to make raised beds for our garden, and a couple kiddie pools for same.

This year, since we're moving, we have to plant a smaller garden. We used a lot of tires last year (gotten free from Big O Tire) to hold soil or keep pots from tumping over in the wind. Since we can't use them this year, we put them and some other things out to the curb. Several things were taken, but.... well, this is the part that flabbergasts me.

Our across-the-street neighbor, Val, is not a friendly man at all. He's the one (we assume but pretty much know) who reported us last year about not having a green-enough lawn. And about me not moving my car often enough. This is a man who couldn't be more than 5'5", quite "portly", and drives a huge diesel truck that he never hauls anything in. We think he's compensating. :)

This afternoon I'm sitting at my desk, working, and from time to time looking out our front window. I see a truck stop at our tires, get out and start to haul them into their truck. Val comes running out of his house, motions for them to stop, and pretty much drags them to his back yard where he has them take away a desk. Once they get that in their truck, there's no room for our tires. They drove away.

Son of a witch stole our ... person... whatever!

Jerk.