So last evening I'm sitting in my chair with a skein of yarn and a crochet hook in hand. I have made a bunch of afghans and am tired of them. I decided I needed a throw rug for my living room. The last rugs I bought at Target fell apart the first time I washed them, so I decided to try my hand at crocheting one. I think it will look kinda cool when finished.
Anyway, I'm crocheting away, soothing music is playing and all is well in my world. Right up to the time I hear a ruckus outside my window. Nosy person that I am, I get up and sneak a peek through the window blinds. Sure enough. There in the middle of the street are two guys who have obviously extended Happy Hour far beyond an hour.
These two geniuses are nose to nose. One is hollering, "You hit like a school girl." The other responds, "Don't you ever say that to me." Round and round they go until before long both are on the ground, trying to beat the tar out of one another. Their friends try to pull them apart, but give it up after a while and just let them go. The whole time they are still yelling, "You hit like a school girl," and "Don't you ever say that to me." Both are too drunk to do any real damage.
About this time a cop car pulls up. Two officers get out and survey the scene. They stand and watch these mental giants for a minute and then wade in. One scoops up "You hit like a school girl." The other grabs "Don't you ever say that to me" by the scruff of the neck. Both combatants are given shiny new bracelets to wear and both are poured into the cop car. Off they go to spend a fun filled night in the drunk tank.
And who says my life isn't exciting!
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16 hours ago
Sounds better than tv!
ReplyDeleteM. E.....Yep. My very own live entertainment. :)
ReplyDeleteSo much for tranquility. I'm so glad I don't live near people.
ReplyDeleteHarry...I would much prefer a place like your mountain, but here I am and here I stay. Not many options open to me these days. The trick is to keep a healthy sense of humor and laugh at the fools. Beats being mad all the time.
ReplyDeleteWith entertainment like that, some reality show may be knocking on your door before long! lol
ReplyDeleteThat's funny, Gorges. Lucky for me, scenes like that don't happen too often.
ReplyDeleteCheap entertainment if you ask me. The most excitement around here is a train going through or when a medivac helicopter flying over. Since we see the train several times a day its the chopper that sends me running being the aviation mental case that I am.
ReplyDeleteRob...That's a good way to look at it. I have drama without buying a ticket. It is usually pretty quiet around here unless some bonehead decides he's bullet-proof and wants to fight the world, and that's pretty rare.
ReplyDeleteOne of the reasons we moved out of town.
ReplyDeletePeaceful and quiet here :)
Dani...I lived in a country setting for many years and loved every minute of it. Health issues and age and the fact that I live alone won't allow me to do that again. So I adapt and keep a low profile and make fun of the silliness around me. It's all in the attitude. I can either be happy anyway or drive myself nuts hating my surroundings. I like happy better.
ReplyDeleteYou could have sold Lemonade and popcorn!! Didn't either one of them say "Oh yeah? You too!"
ReplyDeletelotta joy...I wish I had thought of the popcorn thing! I'll have to remember for next time - and there will be a next time. There might have been an "Oh, yeah" thrown in there. Probably was. The whole scene reminded me of third grade on the playground, except for the handcuffs.
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