Just before sundown tonight I was sitting in my office when the Asian kid across the street lost his everloving shit and kicked his pumpkins all over into the street.
There I was, typing away at my computer, when I noticed in the mirror of my screen the kid watching me from his front stoop. I turned around to look and sure enough eyeball emoji staring back. Oh no Michael Myers you have a full 24 ’til go time and I have my bonker flashlight ready so you need to put that away. I swiveled back around.
A few minutes later he started yelling. I mean guttural profanity laced screams mixed with other words I couldn’t make out aka just another day in his family’s life. Was he headed this way? I turned to look out the window. A pumpkin flew by? Getting up to make sure the door was locked “just in case”, I glanced out the tiny windows on either side to discover he’d waged war on all the many pumpkins in his yard. They were now airborne, smashed or rolling around in the street. One had made it onto our lawn and knocked over my skeleton. He had lost his pumpkin spice.
I considered going outside <not really> when a blonde kid from the down the cul-de-sac ran by hollering, “WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? Do you want this one? THIS one? THIS ONE?,” zipping from jack-o-lantern to jack-o-lantern like a golden marble in a pinball machine while the Asian kid stood there unresponsive, fixated on the child bride talking mannequin on my front steps. You’ve met your match, buddy. You do not want a piece of her.
I don’t know how it ended because I took to the kitchen to get some chips and salsa (read: a drink) and ended up sharing my chips with B. Franklin who, it turns out, loves tortilla chips. By the time I remembered pumpkinpalooza all that was left were some guts in the street and a few intact gourds back on the family’s lawn. His poor mother.
Tomorrow’s going to be interesting. I’m turning on that child bride at 6am. Flashlight, check.
i saw what you said on FB about your blog not getting attention like it used to and so i thought i’d actually write a comment for old times sake, ha!!!! i’m going to get back in to the blog game. fo’ real so expect more. also i’m changing blogs so i think that will help!!! its http://www.heythatsnice.com
AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!
this made me laugh so hard! i don’t know if it doesn’t get attention or i just don’t give it much attention so it falls off other people’s radar(s?). i’d like to try and shake it up a little too. you first. HAHA!!
Better bring her in, she may be assaulted.
Or she may turn it around on him. Last year kids ran away from the house when she started screaming, “Some people cry at weddings, some people DIE!” (which coincidentally is true on both accounts).