On my way out I had one of those nice last kicks that made the leaving less bittersweet and more just F.U., I'm out.
I'm standing by the moving truck guarding all my riches and this older woman comes out and heads my way. She's old enough to be my mom and seems pleasant enough. She starts off with "You have the door propped open." Definitely a statement, not a question.
Me: Yeah.Geez. How I'll miss my friendly, friendly neighbors.
Lady: You know there was a break in a few weeks ago because the door was propped open and someone got held up at knife point.
Me: [thinking "Bullshit, lady"]: No, I didn't hear that.
Lady: Well it happened.
Me: Sorry to hear that.
Lady: Well the door shouldn't be open.
Me: OK.
Lady: You wouldn't think a knife point hold up was funny if it was your mother or girlfriend or sister.
Me: I don't really think it's funny now. I'm not laughing.
Lady: Well it's serious.
Me: OK. I know that.
Lady: You are standing here within sight of the door, I understand that, but you don't know who lives here and who doesn't.
Me: OK. I get it.
Lady: [walking away] If you get it, then go shut the fucking door.
Me: I'm not sure why you are cursing at me.
Lady: Fuck you.
On a side note, the neighbors I "saved" were nice about me leaving. No "F" word at all. The lady gave me a hug and even got a little teary and the guy gave me a "Good luck out there kid" which is I think as close to a hug as he's ever come.
1 comment:
if she had just opened with, "hey fuckface. close the door. people have broken in lately while the door was propped open," everything would have been better. why beat around the bush?
if only people operated like myself and got to the point right away.
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