I Used My Spanish Last Night to Rescue a Rather Chubby Hispanic Boy from a Little Kiddie Swing at the Playground

Last night, while Sam and I were kicking the soccer ball to each other at the playground, Melissa alerted me to a Hispanic lady behind me who was having trouble getting her somewhat chubby boy out of a little kiddie swing. (Well, he really wasn’t that chubby, be was certainly way too big for the little kiddie swing.)

Anyway, after jogging over to the scene, I asked the lady if she needed help. In Spanish.

“Necesitas ayuda?” I asked.

“Sí, Sí,” she replied.

I then pulled the boy out of the swing.

Thank you, Connecticut State Department of Education.

The Most Ridiculous Neighbor Argument Ever

(Here’s another item from my old blog. It was originally written on December 19, 2005. I recently found an envelope filled with other similar notes from my former neighbor, which I am planning to scan and share.)

In case you didn’t know, my neighbor is nuts. She’s in her 80’s, is never happy, and insists on making “rules” for Melissa and I to follow despite the fact that a) she doesn’t own the building or property, b) the landlord has told me—on more than one occasion—to pay her no mind, and c) I’ve never given her any indication that I was interested in following any of them.