Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Brazen Old Man

I returned from my walk with Rosie to find a toothless old man sitting on my stoop. Friendly guy, but sitting on my stoop nonetheless (i.e. not his stoop...my stoop).

As Rosie and I attempted to get past him and into my home, he stood up, snickered a bit, and pet Rosie.

The logical thing to do when the owner of a home comes home and you're sitting on that person's stoop is likely to walk away, and say something like "oh, sorry."

Nope, when we shut the exterior door, he went back to what he was doing...sitting on my stoop.

Momentary disruption by the homeowner. God forbid I disturb his trespassing and loitering.

1 comment:

Kathy said...

I am certain that isn't the strangest behavior you have come across in Southie!!! : )