Weeding with Neighbors on a Sunday Morning

I had to weed the area around my apartment this morning with the other residents. My supervisor (Ishida) recommended that I go, and then he showed up at my apartment that morning to make sure I did. It was at 7 - on a Sunday. Ugh. The neighbors seemed nice. They kept trying to talk to me, but to no avail. All they could communicate was “what’s your name,” “how old are you,” and “go rake that stuff over there” (they did that with gestures). I think they were making fun of me right in front of my face, but I have no way of knowing.