June 30, 2009

• New to the Neighborhood

  Hello neighbor. It's good to see you. I thought I'd stop by and welcome you to the neighborhood. I'm Stan Winkler; I live just across the street. And who might you be?
  Uh... I'm, uh... the... hmm... the name's... Tim Turner.
  Good to meet you Tim. Come now, don't be shy. It's just a handshake. What brings you to the neighborhood?
  My... eh... work. Yes, my work. I got promoted to a new job down here, just in, eh... S           .
  Oh, good choice then. S             is just down the road.
  Yes... that's why I... opted to move in here. I wasn't aware that...
  I tell you, it's rare to see a well-dressed fellow like yourself move to a nudist colony like this one. Not unheard of, mind, but still peculiar. Lovely house, if I might say so. I always felt that way, even when old man Walton decided to add a DIY deck in back. Hideous thing that I certainly would not recommend standing on.
  I... ha ha, yes. I was planning on taking that down in favor of a stone patio.
  Ooh, a stone patio would be lovely. I know once I - oh, good morning El!
  Morning Stan!
  That's El, lives down the street. Delightful old lady, though I think she spends too much time walking her dogs. Well, she's a retiree. She can do as she wishes now. Anyway, I know a place in the next town over that you could get some stuff for that patio on the cheap. Want to come with later today?
  Like that? Wouldn't you get cold?
  What do you mean?
  I, eh... nothing. Nevermind.
  Oh, I see. Cracking a joke at a nudist. Ha, well, no worries. We're all friends here and I'm sure you'll fit in nicely. If you-
  Alright, stop it. Stop it right there. This post is getting far too boring and I will not stand for it. Go on, away with you. Come back when you do something silly. Right, I apologize for that. We'll be sure to do something better next time.

  

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