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The older white women are wonderful, the younger ones have been nothing but grief for poor 'ol Lancer over his life. 
So at that hour we hear someone beating on the door. We're all in bed asleep. Ignore it right? The beating moves to the windows, incl the bedroom, and then the back sliding door, back to the front and then the windows and slider again. The thought crosses my mind that I haven't gotten my 9mm and my shotgun back from my friends yet, a huge oversight on my part. I've been lulled into complacence living in the Philippines among the wonderfully sane of the third world. Anyway finally my father in law and I see who it is. Good luck, not an escaped ax murdering convict or anything like that. The woman next door was disturbed by someone having a conversation in the street and thought it was us. We're never awake at 5:30 if we can help it. (Or if there's nobody having a breakdown at our expense) I told her it wasn't us. She then informed me she thought it was the people in the other side of the duplex. I said she should talk to them.
So then she proceeded to complain about the noise saying "now I'll be awake all morning"
Well. So nice to have the center of the ****ing universe informing me of her problems in this manner. Then she welcomes me home and leaves.
I've got to have a chat with her husband later.
People sometimes ask me if I'm not worried going to the Philippines, but I have to tell you it's some of the people here that worry me.
That and she's a blond, the craziest of the crazy.
rant/
So at that hour we hear someone beating on the door. We're all in bed asleep. Ignore it right? The beating moves to the windows, incl the bedroom, and then the back sliding door, back to the front and then the windows and slider again. The thought crosses my mind that I haven't gotten my 9mm and my shotgun back from my friends yet, a huge oversight on my part. I've been lulled into complacence living in the Philippines among the wonderfully sane of the third world. Anyway finally my father in law and I see who it is. Good luck, not an escaped ax murdering convict or anything like that. The woman next door was disturbed by someone having a conversation in the street and thought it was us. We're never awake at 5:30 if we can help it. (Or if there's nobody having a breakdown at our expense) I told her it wasn't us. She then informed me she thought it was the people in the other side of the duplex. I said she should talk to them.
So then she proceeded to complain about the noise saying "now I'll be awake all morning"
Well. So nice to have the center of the ****ing universe informing me of her problems in this manner. Then she welcomes me home and leaves.I've got to have a chat with her husband later.
People sometimes ask me if I'm not worried going to the Philippines, but I have to tell you it's some of the people here that worry me.
That and she's a blond, the craziest of the crazy.
rant/
ACK!
Kid, take no prisoners.
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