Perfectly Pleasant
Several years ago, I lived next door to this lovely family: a single mom with her two young kids (about six and eight) and her mother. Everything was perfectly pleasant until one day her brother came to live with them too. This uncle would be a total jerk to his niece and nephew, and actually blew cigarette smoke in my kids’ faces when they were over there playing. My kids stopped going over after that.
But one day Uncle Fester comes over to our house and knocks on our door. He has a favor to ask. Apparently, his friend is about to get out of prison, and he’s going to come to stay with them for a little while until he gets back on his feet. So what does he need from me? Well, we lived on the corner lot of a cul-de-sac, so we’ve got a really large backyard. They don’t have any room to put him up in their house, so he wants us to let his fresh-out-of-prison buddy pitch a tent in our backyard and spend his nights there.
When I let him know that this was in no way okay with us, he responds, “You know, your yard is so big… He could probably do it anyway and you wouldn’t even know.” I let him know that I would prosecute him for trespassing if I found that he had and that I’d be watching our backyard like a hawk now that he had made that threat.
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