My Creepy Neighbors Part VI
So my dog and I were walking to the car when I was accosted by my across the street neighbor who ran across the street shouting my name. He then proceeded to pose the most perplexing question I've ever heard in my life. Here goes (everything in ( ) was my internal dialogue):
"Melina! Melina! You work across the street right? (I nodded and rolled my eyes...everyone knows that I work in the building behind my house) Well about 10 years ago I was walking my dog and I found these keys (WTF? 1o years ago? where is the question in this question?) Well, the key chain says Property of a _[nsert where I work here]___ Grad. Do you think you could take them and try to find the rightful owner of the keys?
To which I responded quietly, "No. No, I don't believe I would be able to do it. Perhaps you could take them to the police and they can dust for prints? [my words were dripping with sarcasm at this point].
"Say, that's a great idea! Thanks M! I just might do that." I watched in wonderment as he took the handful of keys, hopped into his BMW and zoomed off...most likely to the police station.
Why am I surrounded by neighbors who make my life more and more like a Kafka novel on a daily basis? It would be funny if I wasn't accosted daily when I step outside my home.
"Melina! Melina! You work across the street right? (I nodded and rolled my eyes...everyone knows that I work in the building behind my house) Well about 10 years ago I was walking my dog and I found these keys (WTF? 1o years ago? where is the question in this question?) Well, the key chain says Property of a _[nsert where I work here]___ Grad. Do you think you could take them and try to find the rightful owner of the keys?
To which I responded quietly, "No. No, I don't believe I would be able to do it. Perhaps you could take them to the police and they can dust for prints? [my words were dripping with sarcasm at this point].
"Say, that's a great idea! Thanks M! I just might do that." I watched in wonderment as he took the handful of keys, hopped into his BMW and zoomed off...most likely to the police station.
Why am I surrounded by neighbors who make my life more and more like a Kafka novel on a daily basis? It would be funny if I wasn't accosted daily when I step outside my home.
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