Generally speaking, we live in a very nice neighborhood with friendly neighbors and children. Yes, occasionally we've had our run-ins with some kids throwing rocks at us or hiding our mailbox lid, but over all, we've enjoyed a happy co-existence with the folks from Agincourt Lane. This all came into question when a deliberate and heinous act was committed a few days ago as we witnessed it occurring right before our eyes in our own back yard.
The punk ringleader walked right into our yard, allowing his little punk friend to lead the way - showing no fear of wrongdoing of what was about to happen. He gave no attempt to do the right thing to stop their obvious trespassing, and he actually seemed to encourage this disgusting behavior to continue. Now, this was all happening while we stood transfixed in our kitchen - in the broad daylight during a day off from work - and we were truly bewildered and furious all at once. Should we walk out there and confront them? Should we make a noise to scare them off? No, we just watched in horror as these punks had their way with our lawn, adding a nice fresh dose of poop beneath our tranquil bird-feeder tree.
Who were these perpetrators you ask? These neighborhood punks happen to live right next door to us - and until this particular moment, sharing a street with them had been peaceful and incident free. All that peace has been lost - all these years of being able to truthfully tell people that "we live in a great neighborhood" - all lies! How long has this been going on?! Have we been blinded to the innocence they've been portraying to us? Sure, the wife has been a little anti-social, never giving us a "hello" or "how about this weather?" whenever we've seen her out and about with her little punk in tow - but THIS - this is a slap in the face! And the ringleader punk - he's been friendly to our faces! He introduced himself when we moved in - he's smiled and waved and given us that warm "this is a great neighbor" feeling when we've crossed paths. So, you can imagine our disappointment when he - not his anti-social cohort wife - is the one to betray our trust and allow his little punk poodle to violate our back yard sanctuary!
This is unacceptable Mr. Taylor - truly, inexcusable behavior. We know what you did. We saw you with our own eyes. You can't hide behind your 75 year old mask any longer - we know who you really are...a sneaky, disrespectful, line-crossing, neighborhood punk.
Next time you "wander" into our yard and let that over sized rat of a dog of yours do its naughty business - well, you better be ready for some payback. Let's see how old you really are when you open your door to see a flaming bag of punk poo on your doorstep.
Maybe that will teach you to respect the 9th commandment.
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