About a week ago my neighbors put two boxes of assorted flowers out by their mailbox. Quite beautiful flowers, too. Red, purple and blue all arranged in an equally spread manner. Anyway, this morning I walked outside to get some fresh air, when an asian couple in an old silver car drove up in front of the mailbox and popped their trunk. The asian husband climbed out and argued in a foreign language with his wife for a brief moment. He then picked up a box of flowers and threw it, and I mean threw it, inside the trunk. His wife opened one of the back doors and the husband threw it in the back, slammed the door, jumped inside, and burned off around the corner by an elementary school. This stuff is too stupid to make up. I wrote down the licence plate number and gave it to my neighbor's wife. She may not have understood me as she didn't speak english, and she may not call the police because she may be illegal, but I did a good deed today. Funny thing is, that couple looked like they had practice.
The point of the topic is, have you ever had a day that sounds stupid when told as a story? You know, the days that you'll look back on as an old geezer while your kids are busy not visiting you?
