House hunting fun.

Riding our bikes Olive jumped down to write down the number of an apt rental. Meantime one neighbor was taking the trash out and the other walking a dog. Olive asked me the street number. I rode down to see but misjudged how far the corner was. She yelled a few times "What street is this?" The two potential neighbors only spoke to each other. Olive ran to the other corner to get the number. We wrote all the info down and then deposited our paper directly into the recycling bin. We can afford to be wanted (so can you)