Four houses located in the middle of nowhere. Three of the houses populated by single old men.
I am one of those men.
This week, Bill, my 86 year old neighbor, complained bitterly to Bob, my other neighbor, that I was ‘sitting in my car’.
Yes, sitting in my car.
First, I was not sitting in my car.
Second, in New York State only child molestors sit in their cars, and they are instantly arrested.
I mean, what the F?
And it’s not just that he is a cranky old man. He’s been doing this shit for years.
If my lawn gets a millimeter too long, I get a message. Garbage can out 10 minutes too long? Death sentence.
He also nails neighbor Bob. Bob had a less than traditional mailbox. Bad move, Bob.
I invited Bob to my house to watch the Super Bowl. Considered inviting Bill.
A little bit of thought made me realize that Bill would examine every inch of my house for future hate bomb material. So I dropped the invite idea.
So, I will do the following. Gonna bring Bill a book, and tell him to read it. And stop looking out the goddam window.
Tired of this crap.