Since I have moved into my new house, my routine has been to load the kids into the car before I open the garage door - just in case Bastard Tom is around - I can make a fast getaway. Today, I rationalized to myself that this was not going to be a problem. So I opened the garage and started loading the kids. Then I look up and there is Tom. He was across the street, saw me and started making his way towards me. I start to panic and am tossing the kids in, ran around to my seat, turned the car on and screeched out of my garage. As I am turning to leave the street, Btom walks up to my window.
He starts telling me how he came by last week and knocked several times. When I didn't answer he decided he would just take the flag. He knew we wouldn't mind and all. Then he starts listing off all kinds of things he left behind that he wants back. I told him to make a list and leave it in my mailbox. "Oh, I can't do that. That's a federal offense!" (As if threatening to hurt my children is no small thing).
He did take the time to say "sorry" for being "grouchy" that one day...you know the day he told us he was going to stalk and hurt my kids. Gee Btom, I am so touched. Let's be friends. I tried to go to the police today to file a report, but didn't work out. So that is the plan for tomorrow.
Luckily, Dan made some friends in the cul de sac this weekend. And our neighbor, Jim, saw Btom talking to me and came out to hurry Btom along. He is a sweet older man and I think I am gonna bake him some cookies. Is this drama ever going to end???