The CitIDIOT

Two suited male adults were caught on someone’s smart phone fighting over a Taxicab in NYC, and the video went viral  Parking spaces often are fought over occasionally ending in fisticuffs.  A taxi once hit my friends’ car in traffic driving down Fifth Avenue. His ex-wife nagged him to check out if there was any damage from the minor bump.

Reluctantly he left the safety of his car stuck in dead traffic to look at his bumper.  In the bumpers reflection he saw the cab driver lunging at him with what looked like a flashlight.  He turned to protect himself and quickly subdued the driver with a few blows.  My friend ended up in jail.

Country folks often complain about the ignorance the people that come from the sophisticated cities possess.

And Country folks generally make room to assist nature, be it wildlife or streams that meander through properties.  Fences are placed to keep the cows, horses, goats, and domesticated animals from wandering.  A City resident spending on a second home in rural areas often bring their fears that the city creates, needing fences to keep everything out.  A bug can be a traumatic experience.  A spider web may need an exterminator or bug spray.

The country house is an excellent escape from the stresses of city life.  Transitions take time however.  You just don’t drive up and instantly become laid back.  Relationships get tested.  You find out quickly you are not the same person in the country that you were surviving in town.  Some people find their inner child, but some find it difficult to adjust.  And in some circumstances city and country neighbors become the Hatfields and the McCoys.

City dwellers look toward their property as an oasis.  Any sound from a neighbor may become a disturbance.  The fenced in garden that infringes on the country neighbors’ property or view, fighting over whose is what, or grabbing a foot that they won’t mind.  A vandalized action against a garden, a tree, or a barking dog that accidentally dies from some mysterious illness but could have been poisoned, all stories heard over and over again.

As my country friend barks out most every weekend, ”Honey, those CitIDIOT ‘s  are back”.