Wednesday, May 11, 2011
This guy sat on the other side of the glass door and stared at me for twenty minutes. When he wasn't staring, he was talking. When I walked to the kitchen, he appeared at the kitchen window. More talking. When I went to sit in the living room, he showed up in the front window. He wasn't yelling at me, like that pissed off squirrel that used to give me a piece of his squirrel-mind every morning. This guy was just chatting.
When I finally went into the backyard, he did a couple of very close fly-bys near my head, then landed on a patio chair and yakked some more. I tired to introduce a new discussion topic but he dominated the conversation. This guy made it clear, my job was to listen.
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