My Hood

I have to keep this brief because a buddy is holding my place in the iPhone line.

I'm thinking of moving.

I came home today with my wife and there was a flock of zealots right in front of my house. I'm not sure if they were Jehovah's Witnesses or some other variety, but I didn't want to chance an encounter, so I went to park a house up. After they moved along, I made a couple u-turns to get back in front of my house. Unfortunately there were still two lingering in my doorway. Tricky bastards. I sat out front, averting eye contact, wondering what to do next, with the wife cackling at my indecision. I then pulled away and drove around the block. When I came back, they had made their way up the street. A deep sense of relief came over me.

Earlier this week, we were driving up our street. There was an older couple walking Fifi. The man was standing aside with a bag of dog doody. His missus was stooped over, wiping the dog's butt. Puhleeeeze!!

Be grateful you don't live in my neighborhood.