Wednesday is story day as many of you who go beyond the reader notification know. This Wednesday’s story is inspired by witnessing the behavior of some visitors in our neighborhood. Several homes in our subdivision are part-time residences and sometimes families of the owners take the opportunity to have a cost-free vacation. Our property owner’s association rules do not allow for rentals, so at least we don’t have that issue. One such part-time owner’s house is across the street from ours. It is a lovely Victorian and looks rather peaceful most of the time. For the last two weeks, a few family members of the owner have taken up residence. I really don’t want to complain, but they have broken every rule and custom that our neighborhood holds dear. I suppose they exercise the same respect for their parents’ property as they do for the parents. Anyway, we hope their vacation time is over and they can go back to the trailer park where they obviously live full-time. By the way, the parents are refined and very nice. It’s a shame they obviously spared the rod on this bunch. Here is this week’s story. It is titled Sorry? I hope you enjoy it.

Sorry? By John W. Howell ©2014

“Frank I want you to go over to that house and tell those people hanging towels and bathing suits off the street side banisters really looks awful.”

“Now dear there is no rule against hanging towels out to dry.”

“But look at how bad it looks. None of them are even complementary colors and there must be twenty of them. It looks like a scene from the ghetto.”

“I’ll tell you I ‘m a little more concerned about the five cars parked on the street. I wonder if they know there is no on street parking here?”

“I doubt it. Did you see the boys throwing rocks into the pond from our backyard?”

“No. You are kidding me.”

“No I’m not and they were our rocks.”

“You tell them to get lost?”

“No. One of the neighbors hollered at them.”

“Sheesch. Gotta believe they have no sense. Saw them fishing in the pond as well.”

“What. There is no fishing in the pond.”

“Yeah. They were on the neighbor’s bank fishing away.”

“You say anything?”

“Nope. Thought the neighbor should do that. They were on his property.”

“We have to do something Frank. This is just wrong.”

“Okay, I’ll go over. Wait it looks like they are packing up.”

“It does doesn’t it.”

“All is well that ends well. Is that the doorbell?”

“Yes you get it.”

“Okay. I can see it’s one of those people. Wonder what he wants.”

“Go find out.”

“Yes can I help you?”

“I’m George Samples and we are visiting across the street.”

“Yes George what can I do for you?”

“One of my kids hurt his hand throwing rocks and I want you to know we consider the fact that you made rock so easily available to kids really wrong.”

“Sorry. The rocks in my yard you mean?”

“Precisely. You will be hearing from our attorney shortly. I must say you really should make your home more kid friendly. Have a nice day.”