"I know that guy..."

Just yesterday afternoon, I was sitting on a chair in the back of my garage putting my shoes on to go work out in the yard when I overheard a conversation between three elementary school children. A boy who lives across the street was pulling these two young ladies sitting in a red Radio Flyer wagon up into my steep driveway.

Now to give a little bit of background... the woman who owned and sold me the home three years ago was very unfriendly to children according to the accounts of at least three neighbors. She would shoo them away and ask them to keep the noise down if they came anywhere near her property. I took as a compliment the fact that these kids felt comfortable approaching the property. But I didn't want to shoo them away for various reasons although I was tempted to do so because I was planning on bringing out a tiller and lawn mower and didn't want them to get hurt. So I left them alone and did not interact with them.

(Names have been changed to protect the innocent...)
The conversation I caught went something like this...
"Billy! His garage is open. I don't think we should be going up here," Sara said.
Billy replied, "It's okay. I know that guy."
"Are you sure???"
"Yeah..."

Now I'm almost positive they saw me putting my shoes on but what they didn't see was that I was chuckling inside with a smile on my face. Seconds later they left and I was busy working away mowing my lawn.

Now that little story by itself would absolutely bored most people to tears but what happened 10 minutes prior to them appearing in the driveway will give you a little more insight into the story. For more on that story please wait for the next post.