People watching in our neighborhood is... well... interesting. I'm getting an idea why Bill likes to go all Gladys Kravitz.
Both the front and back houses next door are for rent now that the white trash neighbors moved out. The owner must be making improvements, because there is a carpenter over there building something.
A little while ago, a little silver SUV pulls-up across the street. This woman gets out. Long feathered brunette hair, tiny black tank top, tight black spandex pants, and high heels (!) She totters across the street, cigarette in one hand, orange extension cord in the other. She gives the extension cord to the carpenter, tells him something (couldn't hear what) to which he replies "Ya. OK. Sure." As she totters back across the street, she passed the trashed pink loveseat sitting on the curb that the neighbors left behind and tosses off a sarcastic "Nice couch, babe". She gets in her SUV, and wiggles her fingers out the window at him as she drives off.
I can't decide whether to love her instantly, or hate her instantly.
Oh, and here's a pic of the "nice couch".
