I lived in Kensington for a while after getting married, while I was finishing college. When we were packing to move out, to NJ, we realized that we had packed something that we needed for dinner – some ingredient, I don’t remember exactly what – let’s say an egg. My wife went to a neighbor to get some. She knocked next door, but nobody was home. She went to the next house (only two doors down from us!) and knocked. A woman opened the door, and my wife said hello, and said, “I live two doors down – is it possible I can borrow an egg?”
The woman looked at her, and said, “Oh, did you just move in? I don’t remember ever seeing you.”