When we found out we were moving to Fort Wayne, it felt like Christmas morning to us. It was 14-plus years in the making. Our first days here, our neighbors in Bridgewater Subdivision wasted no time welcoming us in a way only the “entitled” could. They let us know we were in their way.
For two weeks they ignored our pleas to slow down as the guys brought our furniture off the trucks, racing by them with such unbridled speed that one would have suspected they were being chased by zombies! The entire time I feared they would take the life of someone helping us. My heart would miss a beat as I would hear them roaring up the street.
They had to get to the VBS meeting, the mani/pedi, or salon appointment. Perish the thought of being tardy to the deacons’ meeting. That would never do! Their agendas trumped all, including a precious human life.
The scariest of encounters was on the last day of unloading. Pieces of our oak bookcases were too far in the road. A woman in a silver car approached. I held my arm up to ask her to wait as I bent down to move them out of her way. She ignored my pleas and, as is the norm here, never missed a chance to hit the gas. She not only pushed me out of the way with her car but ran over our furniture. Never stopped or slowed down, not the slightest hesitation.
This final insult to the value of my life has taken my sleep many nights. I imagined if she had succeeded and how disgruntled she would have been toward the courts for forcing her to show up at the proceedings, protesting “she has places to be,” still showing no regard for human life. Her daily schedule trumps all.
I must confess the only time I have ever seen a lack of respect that reprehensible is in deep-South trailer parks. No regard for other people or how their behavior affects others, and complete disrespect for society and its laws. These affluent neighbors act just like trailer park people!?! But in all fairness, I must give kudos to the Southerners in trailer parks. They own who they are, they don’t put on airs or dress up pretending to be someone they are not. But the neighbors here...
Think of it this way — If you put lipstick on a pig, it’s still a pig.