Yesterday, my neighbor told me that his wife chased someone off our porch a few weeks ago. He was a high school kid. At around the same time, he said, she saw a high-school-age girl hop out of a truck in front of their house, pee on their lawn (which struck me as funny, since it’s Astroturf) and jump back in the truck.
“Things have been quiet since school got out,” he said, “but I figured you’d want to know.”
I thanked him, and then he said there’s a guy who works somewhere in the neighborhood, who always parks on our street and likes to eat his lunch in his car. “I’m going to ask him to keep an eye out,” he said. “He knows what all of us look like, so he’ll notice if there’s someone around who shouldn’t be.”
I have no idea who this guy is.
He sits out there almost every day, eating his lunch, and I’ve never noticed him.
It’s not that I think there’s anything wrong with him.
I’m sure he’s a very nice man.
But this morning I realized that if someone were out there casing my house – I might never notice.
I should probably go outside more often.
