Rousted out of the sack before dawn this morning: another goddamn phone solicitor!
The jerk companies that hire these folks recruit them out of the Far East: Philippines and waypoints. It’s broad daylight where the scuzzes are calling from…here, it’s still pitch black out.
This does not elicit a polite response from me.
:-/
But now its after dark again — evening dark, that is. Dawg and I are loafing on the bed. The kids across the street have been called indoors, interrupting their delightful play.
Yes: one of the ‘Hood’s finest attributes is the sound of children frolicking.
WHY would anyone want to live in a Sun City mausoleum when you can hear the music of kids playing, come evening?