At a wedding tonight I was introduced to a woman who lives in my town. In my neighborhood, in fact, a couple of blocks away. We’d never met. She started grilling me.
Did I know her daughter, on Towers St.? No. Her other daughter, on Salem? No. Her son, who rents just a few houses down from me? No. The Millers? The Liebers? The contractor who lives on the next block? No, no, and no.
She was shocked, just shocked, that I didn’t know my neighbors. On and on it went, to the point of awkwardness. Just as I was about to say, “Lady, I work ALL THE TIME and when I’m not working I want to be DRUMMING, not meeting your offspring,” my phone rang and extricated me from the situation.
Sheesh.
Did I know her daughter, on Towers St.? No. Her other daughter, on Salem? No. Her son, who rents just a few houses down from me? No. The Millers? The Liebers? The contractor who lives on the next block? No, no, and no.
She was shocked, just shocked, that I didn’t know my neighbors. On and on it went, to the point of awkwardness. Just as I was about to say, “Lady, I work ALL THE TIME and when I’m not working I want to be DRUMMING, not meeting your offspring,” my phone rang and extricated me from the situation.
Sheesh.