Watch Out For Other People’s Other Hands

We have enrolled our daughter into a music program.  This is the third semester of it.  Basically it involves a lot of simple songs with simple instruments.  If my daughter is ever unable to attend a class, I probably won’t end up going either.  I feel that I already know most of the songs anyways.

Speaking of anyways, since we have moved into the new neighborhood I have found that the residents are much more pleasant here.  It has been difficult  to get used to.

I would say about 90% of my neighbors that drive by give some sort of acknowledgment of me when they see me.  This is a far cry from where I used to live.  On that street, it didn’t matter how many bottle rockets you fired at a person’s car, you couldn’t get the time of day.

So naturally it took some getting used to.  My first attempt at initiating a wave when I was out shoveling resulted in some guy raising his hook hand at me and slicing it through the air in my direction.  I ran screaming into my house and was never heard from again.

The next time I tried it, I was confronted in a very similar manner, although this guy had a spatula for a hand and just waved it at me.  I again ran screaming into my house.

The final time a car attempted to drive by my house, I had already put a bunch of spikes in the street and dug a 30 foot trench and put electric sharks in it, so…..

Below is a picture taken of Spatula Hand’s other hand, which I call Regular Hand.