My kid takes the bus around the corner from our house, and there are a few other kids that take it too. One of them always has interesting things to say about their home life. Today the kid was wearing a white shirt with a black stripe and my kid said something like "You're wearing clothes like they wear in jail!" I don't know where she got that info, must have been something on TV. And the kid pipes up.."Naw, they don't wear stripes, they wear orange smocks!"
Hmm, so the kid must watch prison break on late-night television, or caught a rerun of The Fugitive remake with Harrison Ford. My wife mistakenly asks.. "That's pretty smart, How do you know that?" and the kid says:
"My Dad wore those when he was in jail, I had to talk to him with a phone and look at him through a plastic window. I couldn't hardly hear him!"
Uhh oh.. More information than she wanted know.. But it fits in with the 3 pit bulls the guy owns and the busted oscillating fans he throws out almost every garbage night. And I was reminded of the time he had his baseball bat and was trying to hit a home run with his houseguest's head last year the same time I was headed to the 7-11 for a Slush Puppy between periods of some hockey game.
They sent 6 cop cars when I called(me and a few other people).
I think that was the first domestic we've ever had on our street. The guy's new neighbor had just moved in that weekend (hehehehehe) Welcome to the neighborhood!!
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Wow! I thought I was the only one tht had to put up with crappy neighbors. I must have transplants form your street.
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