All neighborhoods have ‘the crazy lady’; ours is no
exception. Our lady, Christine, lives alone in a huge house with her 6 monster
dogs. Most of them are boxers but some
are just mutts that she has rescued. The
dogs are big, strong and vicious and every time someone goes by her property
the dogs come running to the edge of the invisible fence barking and
growling. One day over the summer, my
friend James and I were longboarding by her house and the dogs came charging at
us as usual, barking ferociously the whole time. So… we did what any normal kid
would do, we barked back at the dogs.
Suddenly crazy lady came charging from the back of her house screaming
at us. As we ignored her and continued
to longboard home, we looked back to see her sprinting after us. She was yelling and screaming obscenities at
us, but we just kept long barding home, just a little bit faster.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago. I have spent weeks perfecting my wench; now
this is not what you are thinking, this wench is a motorized pulling rope for
wakeboarding, snowboarding and other activities that require one to be pulled
quickly. Another friend of my mine, Joel, and I were working on gearing the
wench so that we could get higher speeds. Our efforts paid off. I was flying on the longboard as crazy lady
was walking by me with her pack of dogs.
She was intimidated by my speed and began to stammer because she didn’t
know what to do or say. She finally
muttered the words, “You can’t do that”, took out her cell phone took a picture
of me as I bent down to pose for her with a big smile on my face, and walked
away calling the police. I told my
friend not to worry because we hadn’t done anything wrong and that the cops
would start talking about racing as soon as they saw my cars. Of course the
police showed up really quickly; my neighbors all looked out at the flashing
lights in my driveway (Did I say that we live in a very nice neighborhood?) The
cop cautiously asked, “What are you boys doing? We explained the wench and how
it worked. He was pretty impressed and
we explained what it did and that I had designed and built it and he was even
more impressed. The conversation changed and he seemed to forget why he was
there. Then he noticed my racecars sitting
in the garage and our conversation completely changed again as I
predicted. He headed to his car, telling
us to have fun and to be careful as he wondered why he originally came. Just before he opened the door he looked back
at us and asked if we had barked at the ladies’ dogs. Joel was truly confused and I didn’t want to seem weird, so I replied
with a very unconfident “ Eh, no???” As
the cop pulled away, laughing, my mom pulled in the driveway, missing all of
the excitement.
This story is funny. As soon as I started reading i could not help myself but to laugh.
ReplyDeleteYou are absolutely right about every neighborhood having a crazy person, but this lady sounds extra crazy. At least the cop that came seemed pretty cool and didn't do anything. Funny story Alec!
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