When I got home from my knitting circle last night, Jeramy said that B from across the street had come over asking for help. B was quite distressed and said it was an emergency. I guess that B's wife C likes to go with her friends to the beach occasionally to get really drunk. She then proceeds to drive her drunk ass home. B asked Jeramy to come over to witness C's intoxicated state and tell her to stop doing that. Apparently when B complains to C about this she threatens divorce.
Now how B thought Jeramy would help this marital crisis is beyond me. He's certainly a wonderful guy in my mind, but a far cry from a marital counselor. But Jeramy went despite the obviously uncomfortable situation. He saw the drunken C lying on their couch holding her dog. He asked her if she was all right. She said yes. He went home.
Now I'm getting this story second hand, but isn't this weird? Keep in mind that we are not particularly close to these neighbors who moved in a little over a year ago. I had been under the impression that they were rather normal (well except for B's lawn mowing fetish). But I'm starting to wonder if a divorce is on the horizon. Regardless, from now on I should probably pull my car over when I see C on the road!