My neighbor was arrested yesterday
Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2024 9:33 pm
I have only lived in this location for a handful of months, and I have never spoken to this neighbor (obese). I've just waved to him a few times.
He is right across the street, and I did know that he and his wife (morbidly obese), or significant other, live in that house.
Yesterday afternoon I was out working on something in the car. I looked up and noticed a police car roll up in front of that neighbor's house. The copper got out.
Then a minute later two other police cars rolled up.
I kept working in the car, but was glancing over occasionally to see what was happening.
I finished what I was doing in the car, and I went inside. My wife and a visitor in our house were sitting in the dining room, and I said, "Three police cars just rolled up to the neighbor's house."
They said, "Yeah, we've been watching." Then we all had ringside seats looking out the two windows in the dining room.
The police were gathering in the front of the house, talking about things, and seemingly trying to get a handle on whatever the emergency was.
While the police were talking, the woman (morbidly obese) who lives in the house came walking out of the house carrying a suitcase.
Right then, an SUV pulled up in front of the house and a woman (also morbidly obese) briefly got out. Then both morbidly obese women got in the SUV, with the suitcase, and left.
The police kept talking about things, and then the man (obese) of the house came out and the officers began to talk with him.
The man, looks a bit like Chris Barron, lead singer of Spin Doctors.
Unkept, curly red hair, and a scruffy red beard.
Looks like he might be halfway stoned all the time.
The man was talking with the officers in the driveway, gesturing a bit, and 'explaining" some things to the officers.
Anyway, things were dull, so I went in to another room.
Then all of a sudden my wife starting yelling, "Poptah, poptah, come here! The police are putting him in handcuffs!"
So I came in to the dining room, and yep, the police cuffed him behind the back. He looked quite downtrodden in that moment.
He looked up at that sky, like, "Oh f*ck, is this really happening?"
The officers led scruffy to the police car, put him securely in the backseat, and off they went with him.
I'm assuming it was a domestic violence situation, but I am not sure.
Today, the woman (morbidly obese) of the house, and the other woman (morbidly obese) from yesterday, and one more woman (also morbidly obese) all came to the house together.
The three of them waddled out of the house (no earthquake was felt) carrying more bags.
Then they rolled off in the same SUV as yesterday.
Anyway, I assume the man (obese) of the house is still in jail, and will at some point return to the home.
I will probably wave to him again.
I guess he should not have gotten physical with his morbidly obese wife, if that is in fact what happened.
A woman, morbidly obese or not, is always right.
It's been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town
It's been a whole lot happier without her face around
Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout
Nobody at the back door gonna throw my laundry out
She holds your shotgun while you do-si-do
She want one man made of Hercules and Cyrano
I been a whole lot easier since the bitch is gone
Little miss, little miss, little miss can't be wrong...
He is right across the street, and I did know that he and his wife (morbidly obese), or significant other, live in that house.
Yesterday afternoon I was out working on something in the car. I looked up and noticed a police car roll up in front of that neighbor's house. The copper got out.
Then a minute later two other police cars rolled up.
I kept working in the car, but was glancing over occasionally to see what was happening.
I finished what I was doing in the car, and I went inside. My wife and a visitor in our house were sitting in the dining room, and I said, "Three police cars just rolled up to the neighbor's house."
They said, "Yeah, we've been watching." Then we all had ringside seats looking out the two windows in the dining room.
The police were gathering in the front of the house, talking about things, and seemingly trying to get a handle on whatever the emergency was.
While the police were talking, the woman (morbidly obese) who lives in the house came walking out of the house carrying a suitcase.
Right then, an SUV pulled up in front of the house and a woman (also morbidly obese) briefly got out. Then both morbidly obese women got in the SUV, with the suitcase, and left.
The police kept talking about things, and then the man (obese) of the house came out and the officers began to talk with him.
The man, looks a bit like Chris Barron, lead singer of Spin Doctors.
Unkept, curly red hair, and a scruffy red beard.
Looks like he might be halfway stoned all the time.
The man was talking with the officers in the driveway, gesturing a bit, and 'explaining" some things to the officers.
Anyway, things were dull, so I went in to another room.
Then all of a sudden my wife starting yelling, "Poptah, poptah, come here! The police are putting him in handcuffs!"
So I came in to the dining room, and yep, the police cuffed him behind the back. He looked quite downtrodden in that moment.
He looked up at that sky, like, "Oh f*ck, is this really happening?"
The officers led scruffy to the police car, put him securely in the backseat, and off they went with him.
I'm assuming it was a domestic violence situation, but I am not sure.
Today, the woman (morbidly obese) of the house, and the other woman (morbidly obese) from yesterday, and one more woman (also morbidly obese) all came to the house together.
The three of them waddled out of the house (no earthquake was felt) carrying more bags.
Then they rolled off in the same SUV as yesterday.
Anyway, I assume the man (obese) of the house is still in jail, and will at some point return to the home.
I will probably wave to him again.
I guess he should not have gotten physical with his morbidly obese wife, if that is in fact what happened.
A woman, morbidly obese or not, is always right.
It's been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town
It's been a whole lot happier without her face around
Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout
Nobody at the back door gonna throw my laundry out
She holds your shotgun while you do-si-do
She want one man made of Hercules and Cyrano
I been a whole lot easier since the bitch is gone
Little miss, little miss, little miss can't be wrong...
