i was walking home yesterday (sometimes i get off the bus about 20 blocks early to pick up an item or two for to make my dinner from the local green grocer) and somebody maybe two houses away from me yelled:
"SHAUN! COME BACK TO US! STOP BEING A B$@!& AND GET OVER HERE!"
i've lived places where this sort of yelling wouldn't be that unusual. in fact, i've lived places where the moments of quiet were odd. but this isn't one of those places. this is an old, quiet neighborhood filled with old, quiet people, nicely kept yards, ridiculously expensive houses, and friendly people walking their dogs and stopping to talk to each other.
so any kind of yelling is unusual.
yelling a profanity more so.
yelling my name? it isn't exactly the most common name.
during the moments leading up to this outburst, i was thinking over the last few weeks and how i basically just work and sleep (i'm doing a fair bit of overtime so that i can take an extended vacation to visit my wife in Oz. an extra 20 hours last week).
the only problem is, i don't really know who it is that i'm meant to go back to ....... or why they think it is appropriate to call me names.
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it was me man, I miss you, I was shouting from Scotland, very, very loudly.
it was a distinctly female voice. is the air in Scotland quite thin this time of year? perhaps a high helium content?
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