So I have this neighbor. She is crazy. I know what you’re thinking, “Andy, I have a crazy neighbor too.” You may, but my neighbor is crazier than your neighbor. Let’s call her ‘Judy.’ Here is the latest of her antics:
I keep all of my recycling bins outside under my carport. One of them is full of magazines that I take to the 4-H paper drive once a month. I’ve noticed that some of the magazines I put in the bin are no longer in the bin when I’m ready to take them to the paper drive. Where ever could they be going? One day when I came home from lunch I caught Judy going through my magazines. She fumbled around for what to say before telling me that she takes them up to the Senior Citizens’ Center. I’m all about such donations, but I’m not sure that the senior citizens have much use for the magazines that Judy is apparently taking to them. Here is the short list:
Men’s Vogue
Gentleman’s Quarterly
Wine Spectator
Men’s Health
American Photo
Cigar Aficionado
A few nights ago Judy came over just to chat. She mentioned that she took this month’s crop of magazines already, and without missing a beat she said, “So you really don’t have a girlfriend, do you?”
wtf.
I seriously doubt that she is taking them to the senior citizens. I don’t care what she does with them, I just don’t appreciate her presumptuous question.
1 comment:
This story loses nothing between the verbal telling and this one...my mirth is still the same. :)
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