Crabbypants

A new couple has moved into our complex, the usual story of leaving a huge house with acres of land and adjusting to a two-bedroom condo. Except their story is colored by events of today’s new existence.

          Also moving in is their daughter, her husband, and their dog, along with two cars. This was not part of their plan, but instead born of necessity. They thought they were moving in temporarily because their own house in Boston sold too quickly and they needed a place to stay while they scouted homes here in Western Mass. Unfortunately, thanks to the Covid chaos, the real estate market is at a standstill, prolonging their stay.

          This would all be only mildly interesting, except one day the daughter came out to find a nasty anonymous note on her little green Fiat, complaining that the area now “looked like a parking lot”.

          Yesterday the mother sent out a blanket email to residents of our community explaining her situation in much more diplomatic terms that I probably would have, including the fact that after checking, it was clear they were not violating any rules or bylaws.

          Hot on the heels of the first communication, one after another the answering emails from other residents rolled in, welcoming her to the neighborhood, along with apologies and confirmation by members of our board that the family was totally in the clear.

          I pity the mean-spirited troll should their identity ever be discovered. And for that matter, now, too.