Saturday, January 31, 2009

Dear Neighbor,

Please stop pretending you don't know I live on the same street as you when I see you out shopping. I know there are about 90 homes in our subdivision, however, I sat next to you during a dinner and talked to you the entire night. And once you finally stopped pretending you didn't know who I was, you managed to slip in that your daughter is the basketball star and they haven't lost a championship since 4th grade. Then you informed me I must call you so your daughter can baby-sit for me. Uh, sorry what was your name... I don't think I know you....

2 comments:

Braja said...

Drive-by tomato explosion coming up....

one little simitopian said...

oooooh!How I LOATHE people like that. They'll talk to you only when it is absolutely socially necassary, (ie. Some function where they don't recognise anybody else, so they need your conversation in order to look as though they actually have friends..)
Oh yes, you've been formally introduced, had a damn conversation for an hour, live 3 houses away- but-sorry; you're just not hip enough to acknowledge because i'm SO FUCKING AWESOME.