12-25-2011, 08:51 PM
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I hear them call the tide
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: Perpetual Chaos
Posts: 30,852
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Originally Posted by infinite monkey
I returned from my brother's house (and it was great, all the nieces and nephews there except the oldest niece...another story there) and we ate and laughed and played games and Dirty Santa. I got tools and a bottle of Yellowtail Cabernet. I traded a pizza stone for the Cab. I had a pizza stone and never used it and I know I'll use this wine tonight. My future niece in law was happy to trade. She likes white wine.
Anyway, so I get home and what to my wondering eyes does appear, a freaking CAR parked behind my house, where Homeless Guy used to park. Only...this car was his sister's car. She has vanity plates, first initial last name, so there was no mistaking it. I assume he is in town visiting for Christmas (or his sugar mommma kicked him out of Wyoming already) and they came to visit my next door neighbor, who HG really liked.
Still, why would you park there, except it's typical of the namby pamby passive aggressive crap he would do.
Anyway, after I'd finished slightly freaking out and checking every corner of my house, the car finally left.
What a lot of nerve, at the least.
Sigh, but it's gone. A little PTSD feeling there for a second, but it's gone.
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srsly. a-hole.
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