So, our "front" neighbors, the ones whose house you can see right in front of our house and right on our driveway, and the ones across the street in the yellow house:


You can't see it in that pic, but the green-house neighbors have a habit of leaving all of their garbage all over their backyard/side yard, where it blows into our driveway. They also don't seem to feel it necessary to teach their kids not to leave stuff in our driveway, so probably once a week I have to stop as I'm getting ready to pull into the driveway to move a wagon/sled/rollerskates/whatever. Usually, I just do it and don't care. Today, there was a "short" skateboard (maybe 12" long?) in the driveway, in the middle... instead of moving it, I just drove with my tires on either side, pulled in. Didn't touch the skateboard. I'm getting out of the car and I hear from across the street (from a dude who's probably... 18? 20?)

Guy: You want to buy a new skateboard?
Me: I didn't even touch it; it's not broken!
Guy: What, so you're just going to drive over it?!
Me: Well, maybe you should stop leaving stuff in my driveway!
Guy: Who the fuck are you?
Me: Um, I own this house... (probably shouldn't have said that, in retrospect)
Guy: Well you just watch your fucking van. Watch your fucking van.

And then the woman he was getting into the car with said something to him to the effect of "calm down," and they went zooming off... and then I got my daughter out of the car and came in the house and cried, because I hate conflict, and I hate feeling scared at my own house. I mean, the van is the van, they wanna smash it, I'll call the cops, and it's probably all talk anyway, but.... oy. And I can't even tell between the yellow house and the green house who actually lives where (probably 15 different people back and forth between the two all the time), so I have no idea who the guy was that actually did all the yelling at me.

Oh, and we went to a friend's house tonight for dinner, and I was telling her about it a little, and my daughter (3.5) says to her "yeah, there was a fucking skateboard in the driveway," all nonchalant. and at the same time!

I. Hate. Conflict.