Daily there is some strange occurrences that makes us sing the song in our head...
"Oh, who are the people in your neighborhood? In your neighborhood? In your neighborhood? Say, who are the people in your neighborhood? The people that you meet each day."In OUR neighborhood we have run into the following characters you better believe you would NOT see on Sesame Street. And over the last two days, we've been able to see them all. Why so many sightings? We've taken L, Abelle and Winston to the dog park. Winston is Abelle's boyfriend. We dog sit him from time to time, and love to have playmate for the 'belle. They wrestle, chase each other, follow us around- wherever we go, there they are. It's a good time. Since it's been super nice out, we took them out to the fenced in park. I should mention, Winston could qualify as a horse due to size and strength.
At the park, we were on penis patrol- because if Winston has the case of the humps with the wrong bitch, we might have some problemos. Today he had the hots for a young thang, which cut our visit short but over all - they both did great, ran until they couldn't run no more- then it was off to go home. Which is where we saw a cast of characters, one after the other.
Three Legged Lassie. Self explanatory- Lassie with three legs. You can't help but stare.
The Giant. There is a legitimate giant that rides the streets of the South End in a bicycle with a basket with window washing equipment. We aren't sure if he gets paid to do this, or just goes around from store front to store front with this eyeliner and window washing supplies and gets the job done.
Thai Chi. A dyslexic woman of sorts. As she performs her Thai Chi throughout the streets of the South End she does so muttering to herself and walking backwards. Stopping at corner to look both ways, but then continuing on her journey. Backwards.
The Hunchback of the South End. Just as self explanatory as the Three Legged Lassie, but twice as crazy.
Finally as we walked home we saw our favorite- it was a full day and had sightings of all that our neighborhood has to offer but with out her, we have nothing. Change is a toothless, and potentially tongueless, crack head woman who aggressively searches for change. She will jump in front of moving cars, block you while you stop at the corner or charge you down until you give her what she is looking for... change. As she nearly tackles you to the ground she asks over and over again is, you guessed it... "Change? Change?" Due to the absence of teeth and potentially her tongue- what it sounds like is "Shange? Shange?"
"Oh, who are the people in your neighborhood? In your neighborhood? In your neighborhood? Say, who are the people in your neighborhood? The people that you meet each day!"