This bolts a tiny catalyst of petty deep in my brain. "Oh sorry about that but no." Its 90 degrees out and being laid off trying to save money on utilities.
"Well, it interrupts my day. Your poor kids. All you do is yell."
I have avoided neighbors. They are tiresome little things that all act as feudal lords of their tiny plot of land. Always mulching and having a mower. Then a trimmer and an edger.
"Well sorry Karen but THIS IS MY NORMAL LEVEL OF VOLUME. YOU CLOSE YOUR WINDOWS!"
I slam the door and my children they look up from tablets and coloring booms. "WOW! DADDY! WHAT HAPPENED?"
"NOTHING!"
"ITS
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