I was playing with my older son on the front sidewalk a couple days ago when a guy walking by stopped to ask me about the neighborhood. It turns out he’s been looking at properties in the area and is thinking of buying a house just up the block from us.
Ms. Bungalow and I made a similar inquiry of some of our future neighbors before we bought Bungalow ’23, so I thought it was neat to be on the other side of the question. I started off by telling him about the nearby parks, walkable businesses, friendly neighbors, and relatively low airport noise for our part of town.
Then he says, “So that’s your place, right?” pointing at my house.
“Yeah,” I reply.
“It’s nice,” he says, “except for those pigeons crapping all over the roof.”
Me, through gritted teeth back to him: “Yeah, I’m working on that.”