What's bumming my stone?
My neighbors. They're fighting. Loudly. Profanely. Now, I got nothing against the use of profanity, hell, I'm a Pro Cusser League veteran. But, not out in public. Most of the time. This morning they were in the driveway at 7:45, full throttle. I came out on my front porch and just stared at them while they fought.
When she drove up the street, going to work I suppose, her husband gave me the stink-eye as he went toward his door. I smiled a big friendly smile, and quoted a line form "Blazing Saddles".
I said, in my cheeriest voice, mind you: "Good Morning Jerry. And isn't it a lovely morning?"
He didn't say anything.
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