Monday, September 1, 2014

Trashy Shorts: Signs Signs Everywhere Signs

My neighbor—a cop—waved me down yesterday to tell me he’s going to erect a statue of himself standing by the stop sign in our neighborhood that happens to be on the street between my house and his.  He says the only time I ever actually stop at it—instead of rolling through it—is when I see him standing in his driveway.

I called him a creeper, then told him that he only said that to me because he wanted an excuse to tell me “erect.”  I then asked him to please stop flirting, as I am a semi-happily married woman…

…to which he responded by raising his face toward the sky and saying something like, “Why, God, why?” in a voice full of anguish.

“Because you’re lucky,” I replied, rolling up the driver’s side window as I proceeded to roll through the stop sign.

I love my neighbors.

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