another neighbor story

Second verse, much worse.

I went to my friendly, neighborhood Walgreens today. It's not the closest but it is open 24 hours. That appeals to an early bird like me. I was chatting with the cashier, a woman I'd seen countless times, and lamenting about the weather and the upcoming Haunted House. I mentioned the school's name and how irritated the Baron is about the task. She put two and two together (which is four more than I had) and then said she was my neighbor. Not the we-live-in-the-same-general-area kind of neighbor but the we-live-in-the-house-across-the-street kind of neighbor. They've lived here almost as long as we have, which is over a year. Pathetic.