So last night, while we were cooking dinner, I stepped outside to check for Christmas present deliveries….(Whatever, it’s just a “thing” I do.) I hear 2 kids rough-housing & one ends up falling through our fence. (Granted it’s a really old, decrepit, rotting fence…. But it is usually vertical!)
Since I’d been at work all day, and my job basically consists of yelling at kids & adults, I don’t want to have to deal with that. So I tell Devon: “Those little bastards broke our fence.” Devon looks out, surveys the damage and hears the kids talking about taking off and car doors slamming. Quick like lightning, Devon throws on his flip flops (his ensemble was completed by gym shorts, a ratty t-shirt and his glasses) and takes off around the corner to where the kids are.
Immediately I hear a teenage boy’s cracking voice say:”I’m really sorry sir, that was all my fault!” And the kid’s apparent Dad say “Go grab a hammer and fix it. No, I mean run!”
Devon comes back in the house with a big smile on his face. We were both totally amused that he could be so intimidating in his flip-flops.
Way to go Devon! Although I’m more amused by Emma checking for Christmas presents every day…;-)
Why would you be getting Christmas presents in July?
P.S. Do you still read the waiterrant? His book came out today and on his site he linked to an article with pictures of him…he’s done with anonymity cuz he quit waiting tables.
Also, I thought Devon had a moral opposition to flip flops…or is that just to wearing them out in public with sweats on?