Hey. Yours Truly, Kaila here.
Hey, I figure you want me to sort of mix up The Original Surfers… so here goes.. hope ya like it!
In our old neighborhood, all the houses were pretty close together. Southern California beach living. Close to beach = close houses.
Walking down the middle of the street, some of the houses you could see right in the windows. You could almost see all the way to the back of these houses. To the kitchen table and then some.
As I’ll tell you, too much “then some,” sometimes.
Like I said, from the middle of the street.
I have an observation. Pun intended.
If you’re minding your own business, walking in the middle of the street, and people are parading around inside of their houses with their shades up or blinds wide open, with stadium lighting going full blast. In all states of dress, and yes, unfortunately, undress. And heaven forbid you happen to look.
Is that being a Peeping Tom?
Are you supposed to look straight ahead?
We caught you. You looked at your neighbor’s house!
Why did poor Tom get hung up with this name?
Does every Tom peep? Or just this one Tom dude?
When you get down to it, what’s the difference between peeping and peeking?
And looking.
But it was only a quick glance.
Yea. Right. Sure.
They all say that.
I’m telling you, some stuff you see, you really wish you hadn’t….
You just can’t “unsee” some things.
You know what I mean?
There ought to be a rule there somewhere.
I know I’m ranting. But, we be rant.
‘Till next time
