I get along well enough with my neighbors, but we really don’t talk. That’s why it was surprising to me when I got a knock on my door one night from the lady across the street.
She had never talked to me before, even though she and her family have lived in my hood for years. But now, la vecina was all smiles and excitement.
“So is that a Chevrolet Traverse in front of your house?” she asked. Why yes, it was!
“Did you buy it?”
Nope, it was a test drive.
“When you’re done with it, can you let me know what you thought?” she said. “Because I want to get one, but my husband wants to go with a Toyota.
Better conversation than her asking me to not play Los Bukis so loud, amirite?
