Comedy of buying a beauty salon and front yard parking

As if it wasn't funny enough that we moved into a beauty parlor with a huge contemporary attached, we are still living with the humor of people thinking it remains a beauty parlor with public parking. Take for example last week when Bob was home from work because the kids had vacation. Bob was working on the house when all of a sudden there was some knocks at the front door and in walks a man, saying, "hello, hello". So now there is a strange man in our house, who says, "I'm just looking for my hair salon." Bob redirected him to down the street, which is where the previous owner moved with her business.

Another example would be two rather large wakes which have taken place across the street at the funeral home. We have learned that when there are large wakes and people run out of places to park, they tend to park in our front yard, which is a set of seven parking spots. In the bigger scheme of things, I guess we are doing our part of community giving by sharing our front yard with mourners and it's kind of interesting to see what state the license plates say.

Then the strangest and probably most bothersome example would be a bus driver, who continuously parks her bus in our front "yard" at 7:15 every morning. I guess I could handle that, but when Katie looked out the front window this morning, not only was her bus parked, but she was sitting on our front steps smoking a cigarette. She saw Katie in the window and said, "Hi, I'm just having a cigarette." That one took the cake; I registered a complaint with the school transportation company on that one.

So, it is quirky, but it lends itself to a good story here and there. And what would life be without a good story.