My bf was watching his roommates’ dogs while he was on vacation. He’d play fetch with one of the dogs, who is very rambunctious in play. Once in a while this giant rubber ball would hit the redwood fence.
The neighbor came over one day (happens to be from the Bronx I come to find out) when we were in the front yard doing some gardening. He’s really super intense and says that the bouncing ball is going to damage his fence. We kind of look at him blankly and the bf says “sure, I’ll be more careful”.
A week later he comes again, this time the bf’s in the back yard and Todo is kind of running up on the fence with the ball. I’m inside and answer the door.
There he is all tense and shit again. Like seriously, wtf? Chill the hell out, I’m thinking.
So, he starts to tell me about how my bf doesn’t seem to get the message and he’s concerned about the fence being knocked down. See, I kind of know redwood fencing, it doesn’t just fall down from a rubber ball bouncing off of it a few times a day. I finally told him so. Yeah, so you know it’s expensive. Sure, but it is redwood and they don’t fall over from a ball bouncing. However, if it bothers you so much…I explained the dogs just playing…I’ll tell him again. I say. But he back off a bit when he got a bit of resistance from me.
So, I tell roommate that owns the house when she gets back from vacation…“Oh he’s from New York, the Bronx actually…they seem to be kind of uptight about everything. The hell with him.”
What is with people from there?
