Not making this up

The next door neighbors’ landlord showed up a while ago with two friends and a truck. They off loaded enough fencing to finish the whole thing. I stuck my head out to inquire. From whence comes the fence?

“Oh,” one of them shouted, “We found a place over in A____ that had it in stock.”

Once they stacked it in Mark’s yard, they left.

Mark, who was on duty last night, should be pretty much dumbfounded when he arrives home from work later this morning.

You know, there just aren’t that many places who have or make fencing around here. Leads one to wonder just how the LL managed to overlook the most prominent among them, during this whole fiasco.

In other news, the landlord’s wife dropped off a loaf of home baked banana bread and a Christmas card yesterday afternoon. She said she hopes that she never hears the word fence again and...said that she is “this close” to sending her husband to go live with his mother over it.

I just smiled and said, “Thank you.”