One of the challenges of living in New Orleans is that we live in a bowl below sea level. This means when it rains there is no place for the rain to go. A couple of weekends ago, it rained for hours and hours. Pretty soon our street looked like a river. Infact some kids down the street got out their canoe and enjoyed the river for a while.
It also causes some challenges because our door is right on the street, so when it floods and cars drive by all that lovely rain water flows right into our house.
When this happens we take matters into our own hands and close off the street with my husband's truck and barricades from Entergy left over from Katrina. Entergy has never come to get them so I use them for street emergencies.
Well into the night the rain continued to pour, so finally about 10 we went to bed and figured that in the morning that we would move the barricades and the truck in the morning.
1AM, I awaken to the sound of a car horn blairing away. This is a lay on the horn, wake up I need immediate attention kind of horn. Our neighbor is attempting to naviagate our street to get to his house. Instead of going around the block..he decides that it is time for everyone in the neighborhood to wake and pay attention to him.
Which we all did....some very Adult language exchanged between 2 grown adult men in very short bursts of energy. It was comical to watch.
The next morning still in my PJs I walk down the street and knock on my neighbor's door and apologize for the angry exchange of words between my husband and him.
I don't know if he was amazed that I came to apologize or that I was still in my flannel PJs. It's just part of the wonder of living in The Big Easy.
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