Posting this just 'cause I'm too aggravated to go back to bed - laying there a few minutes ago trying to get to sleep when I hear a noise that I can't place so I jump to the window and there are two teenage boys walking down the street after knocking over my trash can! 3 seconds flat I'm down the stairs and out in the street confronting them telling them in my best command presence voice "pick it up NOW". The one kid told his buddy not to make an issue of it when the kid who must have actually knocked it over tried to give me his hard guy look. He, reluctantly, picked up the can and, at my insistence, the spilled trash. So far so good. Now, I get to spend the rest of the night worrying about the two cars in the driveway.
Just kills me to spend all this money for nice stuff, live in a nice neighborhood, and have the people diagonally across from me house the only troublemakers in the whole area. They have teenage girls. What do teenage girls attract? Right. Testosterone loaded teenage boys. Only house in the neighborhood that ever gets visited by the local gendarmes. Arrrghgg!
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Andrew Henderson
The NSX Model List Page
"We have long acknowledged that enthusiasm for things automotive is a sure
sign of emotional instability if not outright dementia" - Brock Yates
Just kills me to spend all this money for nice stuff, live in a nice neighborhood, and have the people diagonally across from me house the only troublemakers in the whole area. They have teenage girls. What do teenage girls attract? Right. Testosterone loaded teenage boys. Only house in the neighborhood that ever gets visited by the local gendarmes. Arrrghgg!
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Andrew Henderson
The NSX Model List Page
"We have long acknowledged that enthusiasm for things automotive is a sure
sign of emotional instability if not outright dementia" - Brock Yates