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I've for the longest time here gained a real bad reputation for ranting about the neighborhood kids. I'm not ever going to rant anymore. As we speak, it's almost dark, and 41 degrees outside and they're playing a screaming game outside, about 20 of them, bouncing some kind of a heavy-sounding object off of our house. I'm not doing anything about it. It's almost dark and almost freezing, and they'll have to stop in an hour or so when they can't see how to play anymore. You folks here have really helped me calm down about the kids. I won't go out there and Redneck them again, that doesn't do any good anyhow.
And just to let y'all know, this past weekend,,,,the one baddest one of all rang our doorbell. He was in the super-sweet mode. Just like he was after he got expelled from school for three days. That time, he came to our door, since he had three days of nothing to do, offering Sue Unit a flower he'd pulled up from his yard. Same little feller. Ever so sweet when he's not punching some other kid's face in, but I'm not going there - that's not what this is about.
This time, this weekend, he had a piece of paper, exactly as sweet as he was with the flower for Unit. "Excuse me, Mister, would you donate to .............school.................and for every math problem I solve, we'll donate............something." He had a piece of paper. I saw where three other local residents had donated three dollars. I still didn't (and don't) know what it was about. A very vague sales pitch.
So I got my wallet and donated four dollars, just to outdo the rest of 'em. Kid said, "You don't have to pay right now." I said, "I'd really rather, if that's okay." He sure took it and you shoulda seen him count those dollar bills. FLICK_FLICK_FLICK_FLICK, so quick, like a cashier at the bank. He'd done that before (count money).
I don't know yet what I donated to. But I suspect I mighta got ripped off.
And just to let y'all know, this past weekend,,,,the one baddest one of all rang our doorbell. He was in the super-sweet mode. Just like he was after he got expelled from school for three days. That time, he came to our door, since he had three days of nothing to do, offering Sue Unit a flower he'd pulled up from his yard. Same little feller. Ever so sweet when he's not punching some other kid's face in, but I'm not going there - that's not what this is about.
This time, this weekend, he had a piece of paper, exactly as sweet as he was with the flower for Unit. "Excuse me, Mister, would you donate to .............school.................and for every math problem I solve, we'll donate............something." He had a piece of paper. I saw where three other local residents had donated three dollars. I still didn't (and don't) know what it was about. A very vague sales pitch.
So I got my wallet and donated four dollars, just to outdo the rest of 'em. Kid said, "You don't have to pay right now." I said, "I'd really rather, if that's okay." He sure took it and you shoulda seen him count those dollar bills. FLICK_FLICK_FLICK_FLICK, so quick, like a cashier at the bank. He'd done that before (count money).
I don't know yet what I donated to. But I suspect I mighta got ripped off.
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