Just when I get a little bit of faith in humanity, I wake up to a new day. I just absolutely love living in my neghborhood. The people are top notch rocket scientists and brain surgons. Here's just three examples of what I witnessed in 2 hours while mowing my lawn this morning:
Flakes: As I was mowing my lawn, I noticed that there were three people oddly eyeballing this car a couple of houses down from me. It was parked on the street that my street T-bones into. This chick was using a jack to change a tire or something (I must have missed the first part of the movie), but there were these two other guys just standing there watching. I couldn't hear what was said, but it looked like two flakes just giving advice. Maybe I'm wrong, but it seems like noone ever offers to help anyone else in this neighborhood.
Fruitcakes: After I was done mowing, I was walking back to my house from my parents house. Here comes this guy, looked to be about 45 or so, crossing the strange intersection near the one I spoke about before. Anyway, this guy just walks right up the center of the road, never mind the two sidewalks on either side, and he never seemed to look up, just started about at the ground 5 feet in front of him. This little street is notorious for speeding and the sight distance kind of sucks. The stupid jerk could have gotten killed.
And the neighbors: Why is it that the neighbors around me never seem to remember my name, or even say "hi". Did I piss on their wheaties? And don't I always try to give them a heads up when I'm running my weedeater and they're parked in front of my house? I've tried to be neighborly, and I remember their names, like Ben across the street. Hey Ben, screw you, next time I'll just run my damn weedeater and you can wash your friggin car. What the hell is it about my neighbors? I don't run my nitro around my house, and I try to dodge mowing for as long as possable, and I try to at least wave when I see them. Stupid retreads. I don't want squat from any of them, but I guess a wave back is just too hard, or expensive for them to waste. And don't get me started on the little princess I got living upstairs from me. Yeah, she's all peaches and cream if she needs something. But if she doesn't, well, lets just say, that's a pretty damn tall horse she rides around on. Oh yeah, almost forgot about the drunk rednecks down the street. You know the ones that raise hell because they forgot that they gotta wait till noon on Sunday before they can get more beer.
Flakes: As I was mowing my lawn, I noticed that there were three people oddly eyeballing this car a couple of houses down from me. It was parked on the street that my street T-bones into. This chick was using a jack to change a tire or something (I must have missed the first part of the movie), but there were these two other guys just standing there watching. I couldn't hear what was said, but it looked like two flakes just giving advice. Maybe I'm wrong, but it seems like noone ever offers to help anyone else in this neighborhood.
Fruitcakes: After I was done mowing, I was walking back to my house from my parents house. Here comes this guy, looked to be about 45 or so, crossing the strange intersection near the one I spoke about before. Anyway, this guy just walks right up the center of the road, never mind the two sidewalks on either side, and he never seemed to look up, just started about at the ground 5 feet in front of him. This little street is notorious for speeding and the sight distance kind of sucks. The stupid jerk could have gotten killed.
And the neighbors: Why is it that the neighbors around me never seem to remember my name, or even say "hi". Did I piss on their wheaties? And don't I always try to give them a heads up when I'm running my weedeater and they're parked in front of my house? I've tried to be neighborly, and I remember their names, like Ben across the street. Hey Ben, screw you, next time I'll just run my damn weedeater and you can wash your friggin car. What the hell is it about my neighbors? I don't run my nitro around my house, and I try to dodge mowing for as long as possable, and I try to at least wave when I see them. Stupid retreads. I don't want squat from any of them, but I guess a wave back is just too hard, or expensive for them to waste. And don't get me started on the little princess I got living upstairs from me. Yeah, she's all peaches and cream if she needs something. But if she doesn't, well, lets just say, that's a pretty damn tall horse she rides around on. Oh yeah, almost forgot about the drunk rednecks down the street. You know the ones that raise hell because they forgot that they gotta wait till noon on Sunday before they can get more beer.