| Sep. 26th, 2006 @ 01:29 pm there must be something in the air |
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the bizarre conversations seem to seek me out recently. unfortunately i was participating in this one:
over the weekend, i went out to our back yard to play with the dog. of course the next door neighbor's obnoxious barking dog takes personal offense to this behavior and comes tearing towards us, barking and snarling. the other dog ("the spotted dog" is how my neighbor refers to it), who is about 85 years old, gives a few arthritic woofs. the neighbor, who is about a hundred years older than the spotted dog, comes out of her back door and starts talking to me. she tells me about how the other spotted dog she used to have lived to be 15, and the current spotted dog is 15, and she wasn't going to get another one, because the old spotted dog used to sit by the shed when her husband was alive, and then when he died, the dog still sat out there, and then died of heartbreak.
then, without any type of transition or warning, she continued her monologue in the following way:
"well, i bought some new underdrawers, because you know the old ones get all those stains up and down them and you wash them and wash them and can't get them to look clean."
oh my god. panicked, horrified, and unsure whether she'd actually just said that, i replied, "yeah, it's laundry day for me too! heh heh heh"
her response: "every day is laundry day in this house." |
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