Imagine Jeff Atkins being your neighbor
You let out a very loud groan as you enter your house, closing the door harder than you probably have should. The sudden noise brings your mother out of the kitchen and into the living room where you just plop face first into the couch.
“What’s wrong?” Your mom questions as she takes a sip of her tea, totally unfazed by your actions.
You let out a breath into the cushions, before turning over to lay on your back. “I already had a stressful day at school and work, and then I come home to this.”
“To what, honey?” Mom asks. “A loving and accepting home?”
“No… well, yea.” You rub your temples and let out another sigh. “That.” You abruptly sit up and gesture to the male outside the window. “Why is the Jeffrey Atkins mowing our lawn?”