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Okay, this thread is a bit old, but I like your threads so much I put your name into the search thing. Anyway, kind of the same thing happened to me when I was a kid. I was playing basketball and the old lady next door started yelling at me for making noise and knocking the leaves off her tree (wtf?) and threatened to call the police. I was really sensitive back then and went crying to my mother, and she told me not to listen to her because she was old and going senile.
It was true- this old woman couldn't tell night from day and would do her gardening at 2 in the morning. That's why she was mad, she thought I was playing basketball at night. Somebody on the street saw her working in the garden in the middle of the night and called her son, and her son said "What do you want me to do about it?"
Anyway, the neighbour made a few other calls and the old lady eventually was put in a nursing home and the house was sold to someone else. This poor lady had a nice son who lived far away, and a jackass son who lived nearby. Her husband had died some years before, but not before making obscene phone calls to my mother. My mom recognized his voice and asked "Is that you, George?" and he hung up. Afterwards he never acknowledged her on the street despite having always had before, that's how we knew it was him for sure.
Whew! That got a bit long, but I think it's kind of a good story. A little sad, but the obscene phone call bit always gets a laugh. Oh, and way to go to your mom for taking the paper route and doing the thing with the gate! That's exactly what I would do.
It was true- this old woman couldn't tell night from day and would do her gardening at 2 in the morning. That's why she was mad, she thought I was playing basketball at night. Somebody on the street saw her working in the garden in the middle of the night and called her son, and her son said "What do you want me to do about it?"
Anyway, the neighbour made a few other calls and the old lady eventually was put in a nursing home and the house was sold to someone else. This poor lady had a nice son who lived far away, and a jackass son who lived nearby. Her husband had died some years before, but not before making obscene phone calls to my mother. My mom recognized his voice and asked "Is that you, George?" and he hung up. Afterwards he never acknowledged her on the street despite having always had before, that's how we knew it was him for sure.
Whew! That got a bit long, but I think it's kind of a good story. A little sad, but the obscene phone call bit always gets a laugh. Oh, and way to go to your mom for taking the paper route and doing the thing with the gate! That's exactly what I would do.
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