You’ve got to love your neighbours, at
least act like you love them anyway. Occasionally, I need them, so I try to be courteous. I have wacky, weird, bastardly,
and down right rude neighbours, but I’m nice to them all. I can cerebrate a time many years ago, when
one of their houses was on fire, and everyone helped put out the fire
with buckets of water. We literally
saved the house. If it hadn’t been for
us, the house would have burnt down, before the fire-fighters arrived.
Anyhow, I was getting ready to leave for a
party this afternoon, and I heard a peck and then a hard knock on the door, so
I went to the door, to see my neighbour standing at the door, grinning from ear
to ear.
He said, “Hey Buuuudddy..”
At this point, I knew that he wanted
something, so I said, “What can I do for you bud?”
“I swear if he asks me to work on his
computer, I’m going to scream”, I cerebrated, whilst smiling.
“Well…that darn PC started acting up after
I installed Internet Explorer 7”, he replied.
“Why would you want to install that garbage
on you computer? Use Firefox dude”, I
muttered, as I lit a cigarette.
“Can you come fix it for me, so I can get
the kids off of my laptop?”
“Sure, but you’ll have to wait for me to
get back from this party”, I replied, while guffawing uncontrollably.
So, needless to say, I fixed his computer
when I got home this evening. There are
two more computers sitting here, waiting to be fixed, but I fixed his
first. That’s the type of person I
am.
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