She pulls on her robe and peers through the blinds. It’s back. The beer can.
“The beer can is back.”
“Really?”
“Are you as weirded out as me?”
“It’s a little weird.”
“Why are YOU freaked out?”
“Well aren’t you?”
“Of course. Some one is stalking us with a beer can! But if you’re weirded out too, that means it’s really weird. Like creepy.”
“Nothing’s going to happen. They’re just trying to make a statement about our parking. They can’t handle us parking in two spots.”
“Even though the parking lot is half empty.”
“Some people are legalist crazies.”
“What is wrong with people?
“What if it’s Maggie trying to communciate with you? Sort of a tease. You know…play my game.”
“Okay, that’s more creepy.”
“Or Anthony?”
“Even worse. He doesn’t drink beer out of cans anyway…does he?”
“I think he might.”
“I want this person to NOT be someone we know.”
“I’m gonna try and catch them on camera. Like they do on those shows. I could be a pretty good profiler.”
“That sounds dangerous. This person could be a total psycho. We should go inside now.”
“Or it could be the nice Spanish lady who plows through the recycling.”
“Why would she leave a beer can?”
“She’s also a parking nazi. It happens.”
3 Comments
Yes, the mysterious beer can saga–there could probably be worse secret deposits–do not be anxious chica, yo
wow, your ads have taken a whole new direction. But seriously, what does social conscience have on flat abs…..
I’m with dad – no stress! Simply good story making…and it is the start of a good story
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