The local utilities have spent the last five months carving up our sidewalks and turf, streets and intersections. Gods know why but they have seen fit to demolish the SAME asphalt and concrete dozens of times. Our street is a “dead-end,” so we have to plead to be ejected when they have three orange T-rexes blocking the exit.
About five days past my health-on-a-snowball rolled straight into hell. On a scale of 1-10, I had pain measuring 25 – weeping, pleading, begging my health care providers (they ARE good – a nurse came to my door at midnight) to give me respite. I know I’m dying, but dammit, my doctor promised me NO SUFFERING!
So yesterday I opened the front door to toss trash. Two 20-somethings were cutting through the park and came right over to waltz along my front fence, where I had DARED to let out my dogs for five minutes.
“You get those effin’ dogs out my way! You shuddup those effin’ dogs!”
I suggested they were just doing what dogs do, that I never leave them out more than a few minutes, to which the woman responded:
“You a b-word! You a c-word! Y’all c’mon over to the fence here ‘n’ I’ll punch you in the face!”
My. Maybe this world DESERVES to die.
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