04-17-2012, 11:09 AM
In another thread oh what a month ago I told you about our neighbor, the Banshee. Anyways, each week since I have gone out to mow and their lawn as gotten a tad higher. Now its too tall to actually think about mowing it...
Its been relatively quiet next door. Him going off to work early, him coming home late - her screeching kind of muffled by the rains we have been having.
So anyways today (which now technically yesterday) I went out in the morning early pulled out the mower and started mowing the lawn. I'm halfway through the lawn the mower hits one of the dog toys (great). I stop the mower to pick up the plastic bits and from next door there is the shrill screeching of the Banshee.
A moment later he comes out of the front door and she's right on his hells screaming such profanities - calling him a B*stard and every word is f*ck and f*cking. I note that he is only half dressed, the fly of his jeans open, belt buckle flapping, his boots untied, and hes carrying a t-shirt in his hand. His body still wet - as in dripping wet, from his shower, even a bit of shampoo suds are visible down his back. He's really not that bad looking.
As he out the door he must of said something she bellowed, "I don't F*ing care if the whole world hears me. You are lazier than the f*cking cripple next door!"
He climbs in his truck, pulls out and doesn't even stop to look for traffic.
She screams a few more profanities at his tail pipe then turns to me and asks:
"What the f*ck are you looking at?"
By its own volition and without hesitation my mouth opens up and says "A......"
Before I continue, understand I am a man of few words. I never actually cuss out loud. The last time I used this particular word I was 13 years old and I said it at a girl in ear shot of my mother. The word is so terrible, so hideous that my mother made me eat - no not just take a bite and hold it in my mouth, eat a whole bar of ivory soap. I have never uttered it since that terrible day.
"A C*nt."
She shuts up. Well she is trying to say something, her mouth flopping wildly like a fish out of water gulping for air. Her eyes literally start bulging, her face grows from bright pink to a terrible purplish red color. She stands there a few moments, then turns around slams the door as she goes into the house.
I'm standing there stunned myself, I actually do look to either side of me trying to figure out who just said that. I broke several taboos and personal rules about civility and how to treat women in one short sentence.
Then from her kitchen comes the crashing of metal, pots, pans, perhaps other things as well and at the top of lungs she is screaming 'F*cking B*stards!' over and over and over like some sort of mad chant.
At first I thought it was just one (singular) but no the hiss "sss" sound definitely makes it clear she is talking about her husband and me.... Plural.
I stand there a few moments attempting to process what just happened. Then decide to finish mowing the lawn. 30 minutes later I shut off the mower (no bagging this week) and she is still in her house raging like a man-woman. And every so often I hear the crash of metal, even something sounding like crockery.
Anyway. Here I am hours later still chuckling at myself, but feeling such horrible shame for what I done.
Its been relatively quiet next door. Him going off to work early, him coming home late - her screeching kind of muffled by the rains we have been having.
So anyways today (which now technically yesterday) I went out in the morning early pulled out the mower and started mowing the lawn. I'm halfway through the lawn the mower hits one of the dog toys (great). I stop the mower to pick up the plastic bits and from next door there is the shrill screeching of the Banshee.
A moment later he comes out of the front door and she's right on his hells screaming such profanities - calling him a B*stard and every word is f*ck and f*cking. I note that he is only half dressed, the fly of his jeans open, belt buckle flapping, his boots untied, and hes carrying a t-shirt in his hand. His body still wet - as in dripping wet, from his shower, even a bit of shampoo suds are visible down his back. He's really not that bad looking.
As he out the door he must of said something she bellowed, "I don't F*ing care if the whole world hears me. You are lazier than the f*cking cripple next door!"
He climbs in his truck, pulls out and doesn't even stop to look for traffic.
She screams a few more profanities at his tail pipe then turns to me and asks:
"What the f*ck are you looking at?"
By its own volition and without hesitation my mouth opens up and says "A......"
Before I continue, understand I am a man of few words. I never actually cuss out loud. The last time I used this particular word I was 13 years old and I said it at a girl in ear shot of my mother. The word is so terrible, so hideous that my mother made me eat - no not just take a bite and hold it in my mouth, eat a whole bar of ivory soap. I have never uttered it since that terrible day.
"A C*nt."
She shuts up. Well she is trying to say something, her mouth flopping wildly like a fish out of water gulping for air. Her eyes literally start bulging, her face grows from bright pink to a terrible purplish red color. She stands there a few moments, then turns around slams the door as she goes into the house.
I'm standing there stunned myself, I actually do look to either side of me trying to figure out who just said that. I broke several taboos and personal rules about civility and how to treat women in one short sentence.
Then from her kitchen comes the crashing of metal, pots, pans, perhaps other things as well and at the top of lungs she is screaming 'F*cking B*stards!' over and over and over like some sort of mad chant.
At first I thought it was just one (singular) but no the hiss "sss" sound definitely makes it clear she is talking about her husband and me.... Plural.
I stand there a few moments attempting to process what just happened. Then decide to finish mowing the lawn. 30 minutes later I shut off the mower (no bagging this week) and she is still in her house raging like a man-woman. And every so often I hear the crash of metal, even something sounding like crockery.
Anyway. Here I am hours later still chuckling at myself, but feeling such horrible shame for what I done.