…little, but tough
The Doclopedia #3,421
One Thing Leads To Another: Talking To Pam
I was just standing there, talking to my neighbor Pam about those three young men who moved into Mrs Collin’s old house,when it happened. Oh, well,we were talking about how they have those hot rod cars and the Italian looking one has a big motorcycle. I’m not saying that’s bad, but Pam had a point that maybe we should warn our daughters about them. And then there’s their dogs. They have 5 or 6 of them, including that really big one that looks like a wolf. Of course, Velma Phipps lives next door to them, and she says the two chihuahuas are the aggressive ones.
Anyway, we were talking and then the loud rock & roll music started playing and a car full of girls in their 20s pulled up and they all ran into the house laughing. There were 7 of them, and two of them were negroes.
Well after a few minutes, Pam said she was going to go get a closer look and I decided to call the police about the noise. Once officers were on the way, I went over to talk to Pam and 3 other women. They said that while it was hard to see from across the street,it looked like a couple of those girls had no shirts on! Can you believe that?
Well, the police arrived and two officers walked up to the door and the redheaded young man opened it wearing nothing but his underpants! I mean, it was 2:30 in the afternoon! The police went inside and we all thought that would be that, but after 20
minutes,the music was still loud and the police hadn’t come backout and several local teenagers were dancing in the street.
Mrs Reddly said she had had enough and was going to go over and ask about the officers, so we all walked over, so as to present a unified front. We told the teenagers to go home, but they just stood there watching us.
We knocked on the door and the Italian looking man opened the door wearing a pair of cut off jeans. He introduced himself as Marco and invited us in to talk. The music was loud, and actually kind of catchy. Everyone was dancing, including the two police officers. The blonde haired young man, who is named Dan, offered us a seat and we sat down and I don’t remember anything else really clearly. I’m pretty sure we were all dancing and at some point our husbands came in and I started making out with my Roy like we did in high school and then we were all eating cake and the next thing I know I’m home in bed with Roy.
Nothing else happened until the next day when the young men packed up and moved. We all wondered exactly what happened, but the police told us not to talk about it, so we didn’t.
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