Our neighbor, who I constantly refer to as 'crazy', came over Tuesday night. Mike answered the door, I prefer the pretending-I-am-not-home-even-though-you-can-hear-the-surround-sound-through-the-door method myself. I mean, this is the woman who digs through our recycle bin to find treasures to stack in her garage and who sits in her yard barefoot in the dead of winter with her tiny dog wearing a sweater.
Anyway, she had her laptop and wanted to make sure that by having it open, on, and yahoo mail up her son would be able to get through to her. She said her son was missing.
I chalked it up to crazy old lady whose son hasn't called in a day.
His body was found Wednesday morning in a local reservoir.
Okay, so she wasn't crazy about this one thing, and it really, really sucks, but she is generally nuts. I am not so much of a jerk that I don't feel bad for dismissing her concerns as baseless.
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