So Michael and I were sitting in the living room watching tv and we hear something that sounds like people on the roof…we don’t have upstairs neighbors…there’s no upstairs.
So I make michael go outside and look and he said that there were kids on the other side of the building and they were throwing a football on to the roof. Well I’m mad at this point because i don’t want anyone messing with the roof since they just fixed it (it had been leaking DOWN the wall…we live on the end), and we’ve been having problems with the neighbor kids throwing balls against our outside bedroom wall.
So i go storming out and the football comes flying over the roof and lands pretty much at my feet. Well I knew the kids were going to have to come after it so I stand there with the ball at my feet and my hands on my hips. the poor kid that came over to get the ball had to endure my questioning of what they were doing and why (which it turns out that they had an airplane stuck on the roof and were trying to get it off with the football since their parents only told them not to climb onto the roof).
Poor kid was scared out of his wits and was stumbling over his words calling me ma’am and everything. i told him to ask his parents to either help them get the plane off the roof or get them to call the apartment complex and see if they could get it off. Bless his little heart. He was almost as tall as me and couldn’t have been but about 8.
who would have thought i would be that intimidating?! i’ve grown up!!!