Oh Carolyn, your story gave me a belly laugh. It reminds me of the ID TV Networks "Fear Thy Neighbor" stories. This guy seems rather harmless, but one never knows. Lots of kooky people out there.
I know some of my neighbors by name, what they do for a living, blah, blah, but I don't believe anyone actually spends time with one another (except out on the street in passing) and that's pretty much how I like it. We live at the end of a cul-de-sac so I keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary down the street.
We also have neighbors, who have an older son living with them. I'd say he's mid 30's-40. He mows the yard and washes their cars. One day I heard a screeching outside and he was turning, ue's (sp) in the cul-de-sac. He has some type of sports car.
Next thing I know there's a couple of police cars at his house, which is right at the end of the block, leading out of the cul-de-sac.
My assumption was that he must have not taken his meds. Only an assumption, though.
BTW, Bear. There was a guy a year ahead of me in H.S. His name was "Boo". Real name was Steve.
He acquired that name from his friends that evidently scared the holy bejesus out of him one night out in a country field where they were drinking, and he went to "relieve" himself. The friends all snuck up on him and while in the process of doing his thing, yelled "BOO" and he took of running. BOO stuck and does to this day. He is 70. |
