LOL! Speaking of the Hubs of Hades, the local denizens are as weird as anyone you would expect to reside in the Miltonic Underworld. 😀
This afternoon I’m puttering around in the house, not doing anything consequential, and what do I hear but KEEEEEE-RASH!! Coming from the street to the east of the Funny Farm. Car wreck, it sounds like. Right in front of Tony’s Rest Home for Juvenile Delinquents.
Now what, indeed?
See that the dog is safely contained. Find some shoes. Trot out front to peruse whatever new excitement has occurred. And find…
nothing
Nope. Nary a dented car. Not even a smashed mailbox stanchion.
nothing
No idea, still, what THAT was about. If one of the brats had bashed a parked car, a fender surely would have been crushed. If they’d run into a mailbox, that would make quite a twisted little display.
The brats are in the habit of SLAMming the front door. Apparently it sticks — Tony being the clever handyman that he is, you’d think he’d shave it down so it would fit smoothly. But who knows? Maybe they’ve trained the inmates to slam the door as a signal to tell the overseers that they’re going outside.