Hey y’all, ready for this week’s True Story Tuesday?
It’s a chance to give us the whole story of what exactly happened on that Not Me Monday. Or to share what seems too amazing/outrageous/miraculous to have happened in real life.
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Jest Bein’ Neighborly and All
Every Thursday night was tv night. We had a routine… invite a buddy over, grab a couple pizzas, and the three of us veg out for a few hours in front of the tube.
First came Pretender (anyone else remember that show?)
Then Profiler (which I had to turn away at the morbid parts)
Next was ER (George Clooney and Noah Wyle anyone?)
And if we were all still somewhat awake after our gluttonous evening, we’d top it off with a recorded hour of Survivor.
Keep in mind, this was in a nice neighborhood – lots of nuclear families and manicured lawns.
So we stumble out the door after 11pm to see our buddy off … walking past our neat little lawn toward the cars.
Suddenly there’s a loud BANG.
We halfway duck back into the shadows of the entryway and watch the scene unfold.
(By the way, Stever, do you remember this? :)
What is absolutely comical is that the neighbor from across the street is busy doing his own thing, while his wife is trying desperately to call him off.
It was the perfect performance for a deaf audience… full of emotion, pantomime, suspense, and a terrific ending.
See… the couple from across the street had four children in quick succession. Which meant a lotta diapers.
And seeing as we were the only two living in the big house across the street, the guy (let’s call him Joe) had waited until late that evening to ahem dispose of some diapers in a trashcan that surely couldn’t have been as full as his.
Except that he hadn’t counted on a recent surprise party that left our garbage can full of wrecked decorations, paper plates, and empty pop bottles.
And at the precise time that we had stepped out the front door, he had swung the lid to our garbage can open and slung his radioactive payload onto our container.
Notice I said ONTO? Yeah, it was already full.
So Joe does what any self-respecting garbage-can space thief would do. He climbs on top of it.
In full view of the three of us.
Oh wait… make that the four of us.
Cuz Joe’s wife is standing at their porch, directly across the street from us.
Staring in HORROR at us watching her husband grunting
as he jumps up and down on the uncooperative Hefty bag that is now spilling diapers onto the street.
She is quickly walking toward him, flailing her arms as we giggle madly.
Joe is absolutely determined to get those diapers into our garbage can. He begins picking them up with his bare hands and shoving them deep into the sides.
He finally picks up the last one, and triumphantly pulls the lid back over it… only it won’t close.
He thumps on it a couple of times for good measure, then decides it’s good enough.
By now she has run across the street, pointing and yelling while neighbors’ porch lights turn on.
Joe looks at her first in triumph…
Hey babe, I got them all in the…
As he turns around and sees what she is wilding gesturing at.
Yep, three sets of eyes half squinted shut in silent laughter.
Hey, umm… You know… umm… you know…
Would you believe he never spoke to us again?
Sooo… I know you can outdo this! Join along and share your outrageous/miraculous/amazing story!