Meet the Neighbors

My wife and I tend to keep to ourselves when we’re not working, so we don’t really know the neighbors in our apartment complex all that well.
Sometimes, we hear them late at night, playing the guitar. Or shouting.
So, it was a relief when we saw some guys emptying out the apartment next door into a truck.
“Moving out?” I asked.
“Yup,” said a guy.
The next day, the doorbell rang.
It was the police.
“Moving out? Those were guys robbing the place. Don’t you know your neighbors?”
An angry couple stood behind them.
I waved. “Now I do.”

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