LisaR
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- Sep 26, 2000
Insert sarcasm!
I moved into a brand new subdivision two weeks ago. We are one of the first dozen residents. It is a virtual construction zone with workers everywhere as most of the homes are not built yet.
I walked out my front door a little bit ago to take the dogs for a walk and noticed two guys a few houses down from me. My first impressions: Matching shirts with a logo on them, three large Sherwin Williams buckets, paint brushes in hand, bending down painting the short, decorative wall that runs along the bottom half of the front of all the property. Hmmm......must be painters.
I guess one of the neighbors had a completely different impression.
As I walked past the guys and said hi, one told me they would be painting the wall today and please don't shoot them. Um....okay?? He then tells me the neighbor a few doors down saw them out there and came out with his gun drawn asking them what they are doing on his property.
A. Technically, that wall isn't his property. He doesn't maintain it.
B. There are at least fifty constructions guys roaming around here all day right now.
C. It's the middle of the day and these guys are clearly painting, not pounding on front doors or peeking in windows.
The guys had to give them the supervisor's name so the neighbor could call and verify. Really? After he confirmed their secret identity I guess he was very apologetic. A little too late, don't ya think? Is he really that paranoid? There wasn't a single part of me that thought danger when I saw those guys. Maybe George Zimmerman is my new neighbor? I'll be steering clear of that loon.
I moved into a brand new subdivision two weeks ago. We are one of the first dozen residents. It is a virtual construction zone with workers everywhere as most of the homes are not built yet.
I walked out my front door a little bit ago to take the dogs for a walk and noticed two guys a few houses down from me. My first impressions: Matching shirts with a logo on them, three large Sherwin Williams buckets, paint brushes in hand, bending down painting the short, decorative wall that runs along the bottom half of the front of all the property. Hmmm......must be painters.
I guess one of the neighbors had a completely different impression.
As I walked past the guys and said hi, one told me they would be painting the wall today and please don't shoot them. Um....okay?? He then tells me the neighbor a few doors down saw them out there and came out with his gun drawn asking them what they are doing on his property.
A. Technically, that wall isn't his property. He doesn't maintain it.
B. There are at least fifty constructions guys roaming around here all day right now.
C. It's the middle of the day and these guys are clearly painting, not pounding on front doors or peeking in windows.
The guys had to give them the supervisor's name so the neighbor could call and verify. Really? After he confirmed their secret identity I guess he was very apologetic. A little too late, don't ya think? Is he really that paranoid? There wasn't a single part of me that thought danger when I saw those guys. Maybe George Zimmerman is my new neighbor? I'll be steering clear of that loon.