Neighborhood Scrooge
October 21, 2006
When I arrived home from work Friday evening, my mother told me about the next-door-neighbors' little girl and other neighborhood children playing baseball in their backyard:
"The kids next door were playing baseball and they hit the ball into the backyard. They came to the front door and asked if they could have their ball back. I said, 'Well... okay,' and got the ball for them. Then they hit it over again and didn't come to ask for the ball, so it's still back there. I'm going to take that ball and throw it in the trash."
"WHAT? Why would you throw the ball away?" my brother and I exclaimed.
"Because they could break one of my windows... and who's going to pay for it? Not me," she replied.
Out of pure disgust, I stopped eating dinner so I could run outside and toss the ball back over the fence so she didn't have a chance to hurl it into the trash can. My mom is the mean asian lady at the end of the block.
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