From 2007:
Well, hell. It’s rude. That’s what it is. But you know, sometimes, people are rude. But damn.
I was outside, minding my own business. I am pretty good at that–minding my own business, that is. Actually, I was watering my flowers. One of my neighbors was outside, visiting with a friend of his. I was mostly not paying attention. But something perked up my ears…
“…what about the crazy cat lady?” says the neighbor. Huh? Crazy cat lady?
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