Why do I always have THESE neighbors and not the "bake you an apple pie, watch your kid" type? - I Am The Kraken
A few nights ago, I went out to put out the trash, and I ran into the probably “in for homicide” rather than “in homicide” neighbor out front where he was talking to someone in a strange car. (See post about my hard-of-hearing mother and what had to be her miscontruing a conversation with this guy). “HI Karin!” I heard from the dark. “Uh, hi…” I responded with reluctance, a roll of my eyes and a silent prayer of thanks that Daniel was inside. “How’s your little boy Daniel?” Oh. No. He. Did. Not. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Really creepy-dude? I know you’re not currently listed on the Megan’s Law registry, cause I check it twice a week just for you, but just the sound of my child’s name on your lips is enough to make me want to call a cop. I biteRead More...
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