QotD: Howdy Neighbor!
How well do you know your next-door neighbors?
Not at all. In one neighbouring house there lives a guy, probably my age, who whenever I see him is always working on his car. He loves that car. He's always cleaning it, tuning it, under its hood, and pimping it to perfection. It's funny to me because it's such a dinky little hatchback. We've never spoken, but we nod to each other like masculine dudes do.
In another house lives relatives of Gordasm. I don't remember how or when we realized I was neighbours with his family, but I suppose, for the sake of this post at least, it's fitting that I joined Vox via an invite from Gord.