Redneck Faux Pas

So I think I accidentally stuck my foot in my mouth this afternoon.  On my little redneck street there was a crazy old bat that lived across the street.  This lady was 90 years old and was in everyone's business.  She knew the ends and outs of the neighborhood and would gladly tell you what someone else was doing wrong.  

Well the good lord saw fit to call this angel back to heaven a few weeks ago.  In her will she instructed for her house to be auctioned off and the proceeds going to the church.  A few weeks ago was the auction, which I decided to attend because who is going to pass up the chance to walk through someone else's house, and the house sold for a staggering 26 thousand dollars.  I know, I live in a ritzy neighborhood, it's alright to be jealous.  I talked to the dude who bought the house and believe it or not he is not planning on moving into the house, he is going to rent it slumlord style.  

I came home today and the lady who lives in the house next door to the one who sold at auction was out front staring at her tree.  Apparently I shot her a look of "Why is this crazy lady just staring at a tree?" because she decided to start talking to me to try and explain her staring.  The conversation eventually moved to our deceased neighbor.  Now these two old gals hated each other, they drove each other nuts, it was pretty funny to watch sometimes.  So imagine my surprise when she starts talking about how much she'll miss her and how she wasn't that bad of a neighbor.  

We then began discussing the sale of the house and I told her that I had met the dude and had his card and told him I'd watch out for anything unusual going on.  She was disheartened to learn that he would be renting the house and said she hoped it would be to a good elderly couple who would keep up the house, not a family with 5 kids (apparently Kyle would be her worst nightmare).  I decided to crack a funny and said "Don't worry if I see 5 kids running around I'll call the guy up and tell him they are selling meth out of the house!"  Her face just dropped and the conversation was over.  As I was walking back to my house it hit me, oh shit she must either sell meth or know someone who does.  

Moral of the story kids, don't make funnies without first knowing if you are talking to a meth head.