I thought I'd share a story from today as I was sitting on my patio, drinking a glass of wine while watching funny cat videos on my laptop.
I'm basically a ghost and live on seafront property with an acre of land. It's nearly the height of the tourist season, and although I would never do it, these tourists think it's okay to cut through my property to go and hike in the neighboring woods. So I don't think anything of it when about 10 of them cut through my driveway. I would like to tell them to fuck off, but I'd get a bad reputation amongst the local owners.
So 30 minutes later a couple walks into where I'm sitting and ask me if I've seen their little girl. They lost their daughter somewhere and now they're looking at me. She could have fallen off a cliff and be riding a riptide halfway to another island by now, but I don't say that. I simply say, 'no'. Then there's that awkward pause as they just look at me. I know what's going on in their minds - they're recording my description in their minds in case they need to call the police later so at least they'll have one suspect.
So I say I saw them all walk in, but no one has been down where I'm at… where you're at - on my fucking property without permission. I didn't say it exactly like that but they got the idea.
So they walk off without saying thanks or goodbye to me, calling for their lost womb turd.
They killed my perfect vibe, and all I could think about after is if this fucking kid is really lost or under the sea, I'm going to need a lawyer.