Mr. Athena and I are putting a fence up in our new backyard so that the lil’ doggie can go outside and not run away. The fence guys came over this morning to show us the proposed design, and in the process, we started talking about just where the lot line was located. The fence guys suggested talking to each of our neighbors whose property would border the fence and just letting them know the fence was going up and the proposed location so they can bring up any concerns before the fence goes in. Mr. Athena’s pretty busy working today (he works out of the house) so he asked me to talk to the neighbors whose house is directly behind ours.
Fine, no problem. The lil’ doggie has to go for a walk anyway. So I get the doggie and head over there. I knock on the door. No answer. I knock again. In the house, a dog starts barking furiously. I hear a woman’s voice yelling “doggie, shut up!”. I knock again, call out “Helllooo!”. Finally, the woman comes to the door. She’s in her late twenties, long brown hair, thin, and wearing a silk slip. The kind with spaghetti straps that comes down in a little skirt that barely covers her butt.
I explain to her about the fence. She has no problems with it. It’s her boyfriend’s house, but he’s not there right now. I say thanks, and leave.
Mr. Athena is now banging his head on the desk, wondering why in the world he sent ME over to the Porn Movie House to talk about fences.