Monday, February 25, 2008
“Boy, are you nosey!”
is this morning’s sidewalk snippet.
I turn around to see why Keith is following me.
Okay, Keith wasn’t following me - somebody else was actually being accused of being “nosey”.
I like to think that I am naturally “curious”.
“Nosey” puts a bad image in my mind…
Growing up we had Mrs. McNamara – she was the neighborhood busybody – who knew everything about everybody - sometimes even before they knew it themselves.
She was a short, round woman with a large mole on her chin that sported a hair twisting out of the middle of it (honestly, like a witch) and in her yard were large trees that gave off an odd odor - we called them "Stink Trees" - so when I think of a nosey person - or a busybody – I don’t get a warm/fuzzy feeling.
But I do recognize that every neighborhood has one - maybe I am the one in my hood.
You had one growing up – who was it?
I gotta know....
being curious and all.