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So my neighbor for the last decade is a woman who has the same first name I do. Our name is not common; I’ve only ever known two or three other people in my whole life. It was historically common, but is sort of old-fashioned now I guess.
This has led to less hilarity than you might think. We get her mail sometimes, because the mailman always goes a particular direction, hits our house first, sees the name and shoves it through the slot. (Whoops.)
But other than that it almost never comes up.
Except today, when I am sitting on the sunporch with the window open. Clearly, she has a houseguest who brought a dog with her, I heard enough to figure out what was going on. (No sound from the dog, but nobody talks like that to a person, or to a cat either.)
And just now, after hours of quiet, the houseguest came out the door and yelled, “Hey [my name]?” I almost answered before I remembered. “What do you want me to do with the bags of poop?”
I’m dying. I think that’s my new catchphrase.
Unfortunately, while dude is home, I think he was asleep so he probably didn’t hear. This will be yet another of my references that make sense to literally no one but myself.
So my neighbor for the last decade is a woman who has the same first name I do. Our name is not common; I’ve only ever known two or three other people in my whole life. It was historically common, but is sort of old-fashioned now I guess.
This has led to less hilarity than you might think. We get her mail sometimes, because the mailman always goes a particular direction, hits our house first, sees the name and shoves it through the slot. (Whoops.)
But other than that it almost never comes up.
Except today, when I am sitting on the sunporch with the window open. Clearly, she has a houseguest who brought a dog with her, I heard enough to figure out what was going on. (No sound from the dog, but nobody talks like that to a person, or to a cat either.)
And just now, after hours of quiet, the houseguest came out the door and yelled, “Hey [my name]?” I almost answered before I remembered. “What do you want me to do with the bags of poop?”
I’m dying. I think that’s my new catchphrase.
Unfortunately, while dude is home, I think he was asleep so he probably didn’t hear. This will be yet another of my references that make sense to literally no one but myself.
