Deep down, she's a good girl
Not the reception the local Karen was expecting, or was it?The gate alarm sounded as the boring white Honda Civic started down my driveway. This was a common occurrence. Alisha was the self proclaimed Mayor of the recently built estate that ajoined my rear boundary fence, almost 800m from my workshop. Neither the distance, nor the stand of trees along the boundry had any impact on the winging or bitching this woman bought to me on a weekly basis. The gravel crunched under her tyr...
