I was going to title this post, “Old Man”, but I thought that would be too easy. But in reality, that is exactly what I’ve become.
Case in point: the other day I had come home from work and was out watering the lawn (our new grass) and our newly planted flora and fauna. As I was doing this, I saw a car seemingly pull up at the curb in front of the house. Four teenagers got out and headed down the street towards the heavily wooded area across the way.
I’m not fool – I used to be one of those kids. But lest you think I cared that they were going to get high, I didn’t. I did notice their car sat at a weird angle, so I headed to the front of the yard. ….and damn if those fucking kids didn’t park on the lawn! My lawn. Our lawn.
Being the old man I now am, I chased them down and told them to….and I quote….’get your fucking car off my lawn’.
Only one of the four came back. He shrugged like it was no big deal. But of course, I couldn’t let it go. I had to go on about how I had just paid to have the lawn to be redone and did he not know that if you drive up and over the curb it is no longer the street? He just shrugged – again.
He thought he was going to back up in our drive, but I stood right there not letting him. He had to use reverse to go down the street as he was smart enough not to dare even using the driveway across the street.
If there was a punishment, it was that his friends went without him and were probably halfway through their pot before he made it back. It wasn’t long before they walked back – all four of them. They looked up into the yard, and I made sure they saw that I saw them, less they tried any retribution.
So yeah – I’m turning into the typical neighborhood dad. So what??
I’ll get pics of the front of the house in a bit. But I guess this is what old men who are the neighborhood coots do…..run off kids and show off their gardens.
So long, Young Blobby.
Song by: Dar Williams