I wasn't sure how to react. Should I have upbraided the old vulture and run him off? It's true that I'm not the best about maintaining the verge, but I can't help thinking this slightly deranged ancient was overstepping his rights as a fellow citizen and neighbor. I'll be honest, though; potential senility in combination with sharp garden implements gives me pause. I didn't want to get too close lest I have a new haircut inflicted on me. Also, I was drinking beer, and therefore mellow.
The wife and I laughed it off. Was I right to play the amused spectator? Should I be more protective of the verdure in the future? As always, I defer to your wisdom, McBoners.
nwb
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I say, let his internalized rage work for you. Maybe you can somehow get him to clean the inside of your house as well.
Great idea! The only hitch is the lousy job he did.
nwb
What did he look like? I might have intel.
Ahh, I love it when my network is working...he was short, thin, slightly hunched, walking briskly in short and t-shirt, and the look in his eye would curdle the blood of Satan himself...how's Europe, btw?
nwb
My neighbor has built a fence out of chairs to designate her patio space from mine. I say we start a psychoNeighbor blog.
Maybe my old high school math teacher moved to West Lafayette. Mr. Lee used to dig a little trench on the inside of his corner sidewalk that was just wide enough for a bike's tire. When the kids in his neightborhood cut the corner on his lawn, their tire would get stuck in the ditch and the would fall on his lawn. Mr. Lee would sit on his porch drinking root beer and laughing. It sounds like he has moved and is taking on new responsibilities in the public-private space battle.
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