Yesterday afternoon I received the following email from Cheryl:
So do you think that maybe at our new house we might NOT have two homeless dudes screaming profanities at each other in front of the house because one thinks the other one stole his cans?
A bizaare scenario to be sure. Equally bizaare was the conversation I had while home on my lunch break this afternoon.
While sitting in front of a large bay window in our dining room/office I see this dude carting a huge bag of cans from the back part of our lawn to the street. Now, there is a large fence surrounding our yard, so I was annoyed to think this dude (obviously) hopped our fence to cut through our yard. So I went outside to confront him.
Me: Say man, I’m gonna have to ask you not to climb our fence or cut through our yard. You can go around to get to the street.
Homeless Dude: But, I didn’t climb your fence.
Me: (Confused) Well, I saw you carrying your cans through our yard, so you must have climbed it to get there!
HD: No. I kept my cans in your yard last night, behind that tree right there. They were too heavy for me to carry anymore.
Me: Ooooh kay. Well, in that case I’m definitely going to have to ask you not to do that again!