Sunday, June 28, 2015

#129 - Yinzer Neighbors

Pulled into my oh so luxurious S.S. carport after a particularly  long / shit day not wanting to talk to anyone asides from my wife, daughter, and a cold beer. At some point during my commute, I thought, man, I dont even know the names of my friendly across the alley from my carport yinzer neighbors. Sure enough, on the day I was craving nothing more than solitude, Joe and his wife Marlene busted out a sweet gift bag for our daughter just as soon as I they say me pull in. Their name was on the gift tag. If course. No need for a present, but we got one anywayse. Because we're neighbors.


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