(Usually in the middle of the night) – Did I pay the Company tax!!
What happened to that homeless lady in the neighbourhood who used to walk all the time and cross roads inappropriately. I heard she was hit by a car which would not surprise me the way she just headed out onto the highway but hopefully she’s just not homeless anymore.
Is the very skinny slightly scary girl in the neighbourhood who walks all day hitchhiking a prostitute. I’m not sure but we live along a strip that is a notorious spot for hookers – I’ve even been propositioned myself one morning when I was out for my walk – dude, please – must have been my green Kmart trackie dacks that appealed to him.
What do people driving through the neighbourhood or stopping to do a bit of shopping at the local Woolworths make of John, who lives in the neighbourhood, doesn’t talk but mumbles and directs pedestrians across the road when the walk signs come on. He also likes to collect cigarette butts from the bins and the ground.
Why does the lady with the bleached blonde/yellow hair who lives in the neighbourhood always have a two-inch strip of black regrowth. You never see it all blonde and you never see the regrowth any longer – does she actually do it that way or does it never grow. And why does her twin or her sister have exactly the same hombre thing happening. Or is that her sister at all – did she just have a really bad experience that aged her dreadfully. And where does she go on the bus every day anyway.
Why is Baldy who lives across the lane from us such a rude prick. I don’t want to be his best friend – or any friend at all actually but totally ignoring your neighbours when they walk or drive past is not cool.
What will we have for diner tonight. This has been a regular mind crossing thought for about twenty years now – it’s getting old.