When we were little and living in Phoenix, AZ, we had our share of crazy neighbors. (It is a curse I clearly still carry to this day. ) This particular neighbor was in the habit of peering over our fence and into our windows. My father had asked him to stop but he disavowed all knowledge and simply stated he was checking a meter on the outside of his own home.
One day we were sitting in our family room which had a large picture window in one wall. My dad calmly asked us children to leave the room and so we did. We only returned when we heard my mother dying with laughter.
Apparently, my father, the head of our household and shining example, had decided that enough was enough in regard to our peeping tom and was going to take matters in to his own... um.. Hands??
You guessed it!! He gave the creepy neighbor the old brown eye!! My mom was both horrified and consumed in a fit of laughter. My father, calm as a cucumber, simply stated that he gave the man something to stare at and did not suppose he would need to peer through our windows any more.
And he never did..... as far as we know.
They quickly sold their house and moved.
Ha Ha
Love you Dad!!
(if only it had been this pretty!!)
Great Story,
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Hugs and Kisses
Wendy
Loved the old Lady bit too!!!
Good times!!! No noodle salad foo yoo. What a great picture you found to go with the story. Keep up the good work - I need all the laughs I can get.
ReplyDeleteRemember the brown robe?
ReplyDeleteoh I had forgotten about the robe. classic.
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