Post by TheWolf on Nov 2, 2020 12:08:33 GMT -5
As mentioned in the shoutbox on Saturday night, we have these neighborhood friends that have been discussed in a few other of my riveting stories before. They live a few houses down from Magnum; she presumably knows who I mean. mj may remember that the wife is attractive, and the husband is in the military (I believe he works at an armory, which is not remotely relevant to anything I'm discussing). Incidentally, he also coaches the soccer team whose assistant coach recently had a run-in with one of the moms from my team.
ANYWAY... I've spent the last few months assuming that they're Covid Karens. We've had a few socially distant outdoor chats with them when we go for walks and stuff, but there's plenty of evidence to suggest that they are far more Covid-averse than we are. They didn't send their kids back for in-person school; they didn't trick or treat; and she was yelling at 1st graders for high-fiving at a soccer game (IIRC her husband was actually encouraging the high fives). So a few days before Halloween, she texts Wolfette to inform her that while they are not trick or treating, they're thinking about hosting a "garage party" and inviting her sister and a few folks from the neighborhood, and we are invited if we are so inclined. Their youngest kid is in Pup 2's grade and they're pals, so we figured we'd plan to make an appearance.
We did our trick or treating, which was fine, and then decided to stop and say hi to them. I thought that even though it's cold out, a garage party would essentially mean an outdoor party, but as we approach the house I can see the doors are closed. Out of respect for people who I think are living in fear like PJ, I had a mask on when I walked up to the side door. I could see that no one inside was wearing one, so I took mine off. So they invite us in, and there's like 10 adults and 10-12 kids in there. This is a typical 2-car garage, with all doors and windows closed, and not a mask in sight. The hostess - who is dressed as RBG because white woman - is passing out food and drinks, setting up activities for the kids, the whole 9 yards /31. One of the attendees is a 3rd grade teacher at our kids' school. I've never seen her Facebook page, so I don't know if she's the kind of teacher we all know and love.
We stayed for a little while; it was fine. Eventually I took Pups 2 and 3 home because 2 was being all weird and shy even though he's friends with a few of these kids. Turns out he had pissed his pants while trick or treating and didn't tell us, so now he's embarrassed and doesn't want to play with anyone in case they smell the piss on him. We have fun. Wolfette and Pup 1 stayed a while so he could participate in the pinata.
My other favorite tidbit was when RBG went to the fridge and took out a couple aluminum cylinders of Guinness, and asked her husband if he was ready for car bombs. She went in the house for a few minutes, then came out to the garage and announced, "I need one more person to do a car bomb." Fine, twist my arm. So she invited me in to the kitchen because she didn't want to do car bombs in front of the kids. As I walk in she says, "I don't know what your comfort level is about being indoors. Is this OK?" Bitch, your fucking garage is indoors too!
Twas a pretty good time, all things considered. But it turns out these people are absolutely not the Covid chicken littles I thought they were. I assume they're the reason we just found out - literally as I was starting to type this post - that Pup 1 has been exposed and has to quarantine for 2 weeks.
ANYWAY... I've spent the last few months assuming that they're Covid Karens. We've had a few socially distant outdoor chats with them when we go for walks and stuff, but there's plenty of evidence to suggest that they are far more Covid-averse than we are. They didn't send their kids back for in-person school; they didn't trick or treat; and she was yelling at 1st graders for high-fiving at a soccer game (IIRC her husband was actually encouraging the high fives). So a few days before Halloween, she texts Wolfette to inform her that while they are not trick or treating, they're thinking about hosting a "garage party" and inviting her sister and a few folks from the neighborhood, and we are invited if we are so inclined. Their youngest kid is in Pup 2's grade and they're pals, so we figured we'd plan to make an appearance.
We did our trick or treating, which was fine, and then decided to stop and say hi to them. I thought that even though it's cold out, a garage party would essentially mean an outdoor party, but as we approach the house I can see the doors are closed. Out of respect for people who I think are living in fear like PJ, I had a mask on when I walked up to the side door. I could see that no one inside was wearing one, so I took mine off. So they invite us in, and there's like 10 adults and 10-12 kids in there. This is a typical 2-car garage, with all doors and windows closed, and not a mask in sight. The hostess - who is dressed as RBG because white woman - is passing out food and drinks, setting up activities for the kids, the whole 9 yards /31. One of the attendees is a 3rd grade teacher at our kids' school. I've never seen her Facebook page, so I don't know if she's the kind of teacher we all know and love.
We stayed for a little while; it was fine. Eventually I took Pups 2 and 3 home because 2 was being all weird and shy even though he's friends with a few of these kids. Turns out he had pissed his pants while trick or treating and didn't tell us, so now he's embarrassed and doesn't want to play with anyone in case they smell the piss on him. We have fun. Wolfette and Pup 1 stayed a while so he could participate in the pinata.
My other favorite tidbit was when RBG went to the fridge and took out a couple aluminum cylinders of Guinness, and asked her husband if he was ready for car bombs. She went in the house for a few minutes, then came out to the garage and announced, "I need one more person to do a car bomb." Fine, twist my arm. So she invited me in to the kitchen because she didn't want to do car bombs in front of the kids. As I walk in she says, "I don't know what your comfort level is about being indoors. Is this OK?" Bitch, your fucking garage is indoors too!
Twas a pretty good time, all things considered. But it turns out these people are absolutely not the Covid chicken littles I thought they were. I assume they're the reason we just found out - literally as I was starting to type this post - that Pup 1 has been exposed and has to quarantine for 2 weeks.
