It would seem the Latinos next door are getting rid of their junk cars. On Saturday, there was a guy with a trailer picking one up. He asked if we could move our trucks so he would have more room to maneuver. We moved Lin’s truck, and we took mine to the farmers market. It took us about an hour to get back, and they were still there fussing around with it.

Well, that guy is back with his trailer picking up their old pickup truck. I went outside about 90 minutes ago to move my truck as far as possible from the action, because my Stupidity Alert was blasting away loudly. He’s still out there trying to get the truck onto the trailer.

Yes, getting a non-functioning vehicle onto a flatbed trailer isn’t exactly easy. Lin and I have done it. It isn’t any fun. But … it didn’t take us hours to accomplish the task. This guy has the trailer backed up to the front of the old truck. He removed the trailer from his trailer hitch, and he’s been trying to drag the old truck onto the trailer with his truck … using a very, very slender chain. Much too slender for the job. Additionally, the trailer keeps moving forward as soon as the old truck’s mostly flat wheels touch it. I can’t imagine why. Duh.

It’s a good thing I moved my truck. I don’t want someone with trailers, old trucks, and very slender chains under intense pressure anywhere near it. Who knows what mayhem could have happened!

I think I’ll go to the bedroom and have a nap. I at least need to get to the other side of the house where it may be more quiet. I say “may be” because the Insane Neighbors are moving like crazy these days, and they have been loading up trucks and trailers full of their junk all morning.

And I guess we will now be peer pressured into getting rid of our junk car collection too. Dammit, yuppies haven’t even moved in and started gentrifying the place yet, and already everyone is getting rid of their dead cars. Next thing you know, everyone is going to be working to achieve perfectly green lawns.