For two hours, I washed three cars. Within a few minutes a black helicopter came from the west and arced northwards from my point of view towards the east. I waved at them and pointed to the opened garage door while motioning a “loco-loco” with my left finger to my left temple. Then I gave them a five finger palm with my left hand after doing a triangle over my head.
There were many cars driving during my activity. Paw helped towards the last hour, almost the same time the divorced nutter decided to leave in the white Honda CR-V with her illegal alien. They came back in a few minutes. They already had the garage door open before I started washing the cars.
Of course, the SJPD and pals were making their rounds via large, dark-colored SUVs. I could tell because two BIG guys would always be seated at the front. And plus they made a strange U-turn coming from the north, to the west and then headed eastward down MY road, which is my middle name of all sorts.
I gave them the same gesture and mouthed “Thank you” to them. I know they are the police and/or government agents. I don’t care as long as my person is has not mysteriously “disappeared”. Thanks, guys for keeping an “eye” out for the “one-eyed” alien living next door to us. They are harmless and wonder if the guy is a Honduran national with lots of money, which explains how they manage to keep the house next door to us, whereas here I am “homeless” without my parental units’ blessings.
Then again, he could be Masonic, symbolically speaking because of his “disability” due to assuming his work as a carpenter (or handy man). He makes no effort to hide his name, which is plainly displayed on a advertising sign on their front lawn. The guy got fat around the tummy. The divorced nutter actually smiled. But she is still nuts. She was wearing a dark green sweater and black boots over the dark blue jeans.
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