Bounced
Our neighbors in the next building are having a party. Earlier today a bouncy house was delivered in the parking lot for the kids. Cars were moved, grass was cut, the big tree was trimmed a little, and a tent as set up to cover the table where the food would be placed. To keep everything in place the tent and bouncy house were tied to the fence and the dumpster was moved closer to our steps. All that was missing were the party people.
My son was excited when he saw the small bouncy house. He asked if he got a party invitation that was perhaps overlooked in the mail. He likes parties and bouncy houses. I told him he probably didn't get invited because they don't know him well.
Back in my days growing up no invitations were needed. If someone on the block was having a party everyone just went and brought food or something to drink or just yourselves as find too. The grown ups talked, played dominoes, cards or in some cases did nothing but stand around and just look.
Kids had a ball, playing, laughing, running around, eating and drinking kool aid or soda. Everyone was just happy to be outside and taking a break from working and school.
But around here our neighbors aren't exactly a friendly bunch of fun loving not needing a party invitation people. They are far from that. Most don't speak when they see you. They put their heads down bowing to their smart phones and pretend not to notice you standing a few feet from them. They hurry to cars, houses and bus stops. A friendly hello or a nod I'd usually not seen or heard from these folks. So, when an older man who as visiting across the street saw my son outside and actually said "Hello, young man." My son was sort of shocked. He said to me he was polite. Yes, he was.
So, as we listen to the laughter from the kids outside at the party under our kitchen window we decide to have our own ninja party. No cake but plenty of fun.
My son was excited when he saw the small bouncy house. He asked if he got a party invitation that was perhaps overlooked in the mail. He likes parties and bouncy houses. I told him he probably didn't get invited because they don't know him well.
Back in my days growing up no invitations were needed. If someone on the block was having a party everyone just went and brought food or something to drink or just yourselves as find too. The grown ups talked, played dominoes, cards or in some cases did nothing but stand around and just look.
Kids had a ball, playing, laughing, running around, eating and drinking kool aid or soda. Everyone was just happy to be outside and taking a break from working and school.
But around here our neighbors aren't exactly a friendly bunch of fun loving not needing a party invitation people. They are far from that. Most don't speak when they see you. They put their heads down bowing to their smart phones and pretend not to notice you standing a few feet from them. They hurry to cars, houses and bus stops. A friendly hello or a nod I'd usually not seen or heard from these folks. So, when an older man who as visiting across the street saw my son outside and actually said "Hello, young man." My son was sort of shocked. He said to me he was polite. Yes, he was.
So, as we listen to the laughter from the kids outside at the party under our kitchen window we decide to have our own ninja party. No cake but plenty of fun.
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