My mom has a complaint about her neighbor. The neighbor she peeps out the window to look for, to make sure he will not be watching her if she goes out to water her plants. Mom says he mows his yard every day. OFF WITH HIS HEAD! She didn't say that in so many words. But she seems to think his lawn-mowing is inappropriate. That's because he mows the same section every day.
"Maybe he just likes to keep his yard tidy."
"There's no need to mow that same spot every day!"
"I bet that's his best vantage point for watching you."
"Well, that may be. But he can still see me from the his porch when he sits there with the newspaper."
Mom is also upset with her good neighbor. A new restaurant opened up in town, with a 1950's theme.
"Naby called and said we all should go have lunch there. Her and the ladies I went to school with, and some I used to teach with. Like when we all go out to breakfast and sit for three hours."
"Oh, you should! I think you would really like it, from what the article in the paper said."
"Well, I'm not going to organize it. She's always saying these things, but then she never calls to say when we're going."
"Maybe just the two of you should go. To check it out."
"I am not going to call her and ask her to go to lunch. She's just waiting for me to call and ask."
"Like you are just waiting for HER to call and ask you to go? I have a feeling it's going to be a while before you go out to lunch."
"She's the one who called me about going to lunch. Let her be the one to start it."
Good thing I took Mom to lunch on Friday. An old gal could starve waiting to get a lunch invitation in these parts.