Tuesday, August 3, 2010

At the End of The Fence

Right before she casually biked off and put the fat wad of cash into her fanny pack she was caressing, her words confirmed what I wanted to articulate for years.

"They just don't want to do anymore paperwork."

Today, I took a new tact.

In the last 5 years we have lived here, we have experienced and witnessed many "business transactions" and "creative driving skills".

Do they say, "Meet me in front of that really nice flower garden."

Or do they say, "Meet me in front of the end of the fence."

That "really nice flower garden is across the street from me.  The end of the fence is one house away from me.

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