Post by Babu Baboon on Dec 17, 2019 14:04:17 GMT -6
The old guy that lives across the street from me is a retired pastor and a complete Gladys Kravitz style nosy neighbor. He's been a pain in the ass over the years, always ready to point out if your tree branches are poking too far out or ask questions about sticks or other stuff you've put out for the city to pick up.
A few days ago, I was leaving to get my medicine with my dogs in the car. As I'm turning around in the driveway, I see him down at the street like he's waiting on something. I stop to see what he's doing and he starts walking up my yard towards my car, signalling for me to roll down the window.
He asks me if I like Christmas music and starts talking about a show his church choir is doing. Personally, I think one of the great things about your kids growing up is not having to listen to any more crappy choir programs, but no one says they don't like Christmas music, so I say, "Uh... yeah?"
That's when he tells me he wanted to personally invite me to his program and Anne and Herb, the old couple next to me, are going, too."
"So it would be you and..."
"Just me," I say."
"Yeah, we were wondering about that." He then said if I can't make it when everyone else is getting together, he and I could go on Friday and he'd drive . "We'll talk more about it later." The nosy old bastard is just inviting me so he can get all up in my bidness!
I'd sooner be boiled alive than go to the concert even if he wasn't planning on grilling me about the current state of my family. So now, so we don't "talk about it later", I'm pulling my car in the garage, keeping the lights off, and slipping out during the day. THe old fart has made me a friggin' prisoner in my own home!
A few days ago, I was leaving to get my medicine with my dogs in the car. As I'm turning around in the driveway, I see him down at the street like he's waiting on something. I stop to see what he's doing and he starts walking up my yard towards my car, signalling for me to roll down the window.
He asks me if I like Christmas music and starts talking about a show his church choir is doing. Personally, I think one of the great things about your kids growing up is not having to listen to any more crappy choir programs, but no one says they don't like Christmas music, so I say, "Uh... yeah?"
That's when he tells me he wanted to personally invite me to his program and Anne and Herb, the old couple next to me, are going, too."
"So it would be you and..."
"Just me," I say."
"Yeah, we were wondering about that." He then said if I can't make it when everyone else is getting together, he and I could go on Friday and he'd drive . "We'll talk more about it later." The nosy old bastard is just inviting me so he can get all up in my bidness!
I'd sooner be boiled alive than go to the concert even if he wasn't planning on grilling me about the current state of my family. So now, so we don't "talk about it later", I'm pulling my car in the garage, keeping the lights off, and slipping out during the day. THe old fart has made me a friggin' prisoner in my own home!
yikes! when we quit attending, we eventually began getting quite a few calls and "drop bys". if i was home i stayed quiet and waited until they left. 