Jan 13 2008
Meet the Neighbors, Part Deux
It was a beautiful sunny Sunday morning. Personally, I was glad to wake up to the sunlight after a week of rain, but we’re supposed to be all thankful for the rain and tell each other how glad we are to get it, how much we need it, etc., while the weather people on the news keep telling us “The storm door is open”. For some reason, that expression annoys me out of all proportion and for no particular reason.
Anyway…I ventured out to inspect the be-Juned featherbed and see if it had aired out sufficiently and whether the Nature’s Miracle was miraculous as advertised (it was – I think). While cautiously sniffing the featherbed, I noticed a guy in the backyard of the house behind mine, the house whose back door light is always on, day and night.
It was hard not to notice him, since he was beating on the back door and screaming, quite the little monologue:
“Open the door, bitch! Open the damn door!”
Pause while guy looks at door, which looks back. At this point, I noticed that the light was out for once.
Guy resumes pounding door, with added attraction of kicking it:
“Open the damn door! I know you in there! I know it!”
Second intermission. Guy gives it one more try:
“Stop doin’ all that damn oxycotin ‘n’ sleepin’ all damn day. Then you can answer the damn door. Damn!”
And on the Lord’s Day, too.
One final kick, and he lopes off across her back yard. I found it slightly surprising that he closed the gate behind him as he muttered away.
I am definitely not in Pacific Heights anymore.
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