On my first day at work and in the wee hours of the twilight morning, I noticed the lights (of the side door leading out of the garage) flicker on and off.
I said somewhat under my breath:
GET A LIFE, YOU NUTTER!
When I came home around 1800pm, the side door lights flickered on and off again! But this time I took my time to get in doors because my friggin wiper blades were making rubbing noises against the windshield.
So I struggled to remove both, the left first with ease and then the right. But I noticed prior to parking my car in our driveway that the headlights to the small sedan of the neighbor across from us was on!
After about five minutes, I decided to run to their front door and ring their bell. I smelled the distinct air of oily stuffiness upon the opening of the door. It’s similar to greasiness of Filipino household.
But the old woman open the door. She had gray hair. And I would assume she is more Chinese but assumed Vietnamese. I told her briefly that her headlights are turned on and she is wasting battery.
She had that concerned look on her face from the usual knitted eyebrows as seen on people who are thinking too hard and WTF is going on. She saw, stood in front of the car, thought awhile (probably because she is old and the information takes longer to process) and smiled:
THANK YOU!
She came out and used the clicker and waved her hands while saying very loudly again:
THANK YOU!
I waved back and a welcome was said softly as usual.
I went back to switch the wiper blades and it took around ten minutes. Of course, Paw came out after opening the electrical garage door. He asked if there was an instruction just stood around staring like an idiot, seriously.
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