Okay- Came home from work early (the perks of flex time). Not one, not two, but three of the trashy neighbours sitting on their front porch (at least I assume there is a porch still there- who could see under all the s*$# that has been parked there since before Labour Day). And one teen skank is still wearing a housecoat at 3 15 in the afternoon!
Now I know, she could possibly be a nightshift worker who just woke up, but I'm too old for fairytales! That would actually mean that I would have to believe that any of them have jobs or attend school..... and my mother didn't raise me to be stupid. Unfortunately, it appears that their mother has raised them stupid. Or at least ignorant and foulmouthed. I'm assuming that they are all the spawn of this woman. I could be wrong, again, but....
Since Mother Nature was not kind last evening, and the lightening bolt didn't make them and my problems disappear, I guess I'll have to continue to fantasize about other methods to expedite their departure. A sinkhole might be more amusing, but the logistics are a little difficult.... for now.


