So I went to check my mail today...and my neighbor was out there. She's...I don't know how old (young). Has frizzy red hair. She was reading something as I walked up.
I started to say hello to her just as she looked up. "Wuh-ahhhh!" she said. I'd spooked her, I guess. She jumped back. Heh.
"Sor--," she said, all flustered-like. "I was-- Sorry, I was just reading your magazine."
"I saw you had a magazine there in your mailbox, so I decided to take a look at it." She grinned sheepishly and handed my magazine over to me. It was my copy of Entertainment Weekly.
Son of a biscuit!
Ya know, last I heard, reading someone else's mail was against the law. Hmm... I might have to bust me some neighbor ass...
-- W i l l