Oh, last Friday, Cameron made an offhand remark: “When Grandpa rolls into town, the crime rate goes down.” And then he chuckled. I don’t think he knew then that his words would resonate in his grandmother’s mind, triggering a determination to create a police state. When Summer chimed in, “You’re weak; you couldn’t hurt a fly; people walk right over you,” I seriously considered getting myself a black uniforn with tall black shiny boots. I am still considering it. And I am cracking down.
And the next person who 1) leaves the little door to the mail drop open 2) leaves the light on in the mail room 3) leaves the mail room door open 4) leaves the vestibule door open is going to be flogged.
THAT’S JUST FOR STARTERS . . .
LORD HELP ME I am sorely tempted to get on the bus and come to Kendallville. I specialize in turning smarty pants tough talking mean people into babbling puddles of goo with just my eyebrow crunch. In high school I made Darth Vader pee his pants in gym class. You’ve heard of Breaking Bad, my show is Breaking Wind. GRRRRRRRRRR……