It goes without saying, that my neighbors think I am a little bit crazy. When one asked me about what to do to kill weeds, I calmly suggested they use diesel in a pump up sprayer. “That will kill everything,” they said. “Exactly,” was my reply. “Do you want to kill weeds or not?”
Almost every weekend, I cook out on my charcoal grill. I have a wood chip smoker box that gives the food a wonderful flavor - if you use pecan wood chips. Another neighbor usually is out on their patio when I am cooking and will yell over the fence when the smoke starts to roll over the fence. They always want to know “What’s for dinner?”
This week, I got the grill really smoking and ran over to the gate on our privacy fence. I jerked the gate open and frantically looked about for something. The neighbors look at me as if to ask, “What are you doing?” Then, I shouted, “Did you see a squirrel run this way?”
They replied, “No.” “If you see him, run him back this way,” I said and went back inside the gate.
Why do I do things like this to my neighbors?
Why Not?
PMO
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