You observe a kinda buss up truck slowly rolling down your street looking into your neighbor's house. You've nevah seen it before nor da drivah and as he steps out, he's looking around da property as if he's spocking it out. As he SLOWLY walks on property, he appears to be fake checking/calling his phone, puts it up to his ear, brings it down, looks around da front landing, puts his phone up to his ear for a couple seconds as if he was on a call, walks up to da front door but doesn't ring da door bell, looks around, fake checks his phone, walks through da open garage glancing at things, walks to da oddah side of house and to da rear of da home still checking things out.
Wat are your impressions? Wat are your thoughts? Wat would you do?
Da first two questions I'd say we all probably have da same general response but da last? Well dis is wat I did.
BL: (walking across da street) May I help you?
MOKE: (gives me stink eye) No. (very sarcastically back) May I help YOU?!
BL: No, but wat are you doing looking around my neighbor's property?
MOKE: (antagonistically) They called me here to do their yard. Why, who you? You live hea?
BL: (didn't I just say I was their neighbor?) No, I'm their neighbor. I no tink they'd appreciate you looking around their property wen they no stay.
It went back and forth for a while but really, why so angry brah? If you not doing anything wrong or if they were really "expecting" you, why so defensive? Basically his attitude was mind your own business but wouldn't you like a neighbor who looks out for you? Isn't dat da (ideal) concept of deciding wea to live dat your neighbors - not being niele - are helping keep you "safe" and got your back?
Anyways, it came to point dat I wasn't going to be able to do anything else and with his "suspicious" behavior and pissy attitude, I bussed out my phone.......
MOKE: Go ahead, go call 'em. Go call 'em.
BL: (no have their numbah) No worries brah.
Red Ford F-150 w/ extra cab and City & County of Honolulu stickah on lower drivah side windshield
MOKE: Yeah, go get me. Go get me. Hea I stay!
BL: No worries brah, I got you. Smile.
As I walk back across the street, he follows me while checking out my yard and notices huge rolls of carpet leaning against my wall:
MOKE: You like me throw away the carpet for you?
MOKE: You like me throw away the carpet for you? I do 'em for a fee.
BL: Uh, NO!
Wassup Wit Dat!
Hint: If you like try get side jobs, it's not smart to ack up and be stupidly arrogant then ask for business.
Wat a great morning as it first started out me forgetting to pack Da Baby's breakfast and lunch so I had to go back home to get it. Then aftah I dropped it off at da sitters, da bike battery was dead so I had to push da bike looking for a decline in da road so I could roll and jump start da bike. I go back home to charge up da battery and then run into dis "lawn man". Aftah all dat, I tell my oddah neighbor dat was cruising in her garage to look out for da moke and noticed I no mo' gas too. Aftah I pau fill up gas, I called 911 non-emergency to report suspicious behavior on private property...... and was placed on hold for wat seemed like an eternity even though da recording kept telling me "someone will be with you [me] shortly". Aftah having inhaled enough petroleum fumes to make pakalolo weak, I hung up and headed into work as I was already choke late.