Did you hear? David lost his job.
That’s only because Josie thinks he’s off his meds again.
Did you hear the crazy lady screaming profanity at some guy for trying to kick her dog?
He probably deserved it.
Don’t say anything, but that dog lady is crazy. I wouldn’t screw with her.
You may have seen memes on social media of a person holding the handle of a vacuum cleaner, standing in the front lawn, while an ambulance is down the street. Nothing to see here folks. Just vacuuming the lawn.
That’s me.
I have to know what’s happening in the neighborhood. Was the police car at Ann’s house because of domestic violence? I never did like that Harold guy. Turned out her friend George, the cop who lives down the street, got a text from his wife when he was about to pull into the driveway. George decided to ask Ann for a cup of flour instead of driving to the store. Those police uniforms are hot, you know. I still think that Harold is trouble, but you didn’t hear that from me.
There’s no denying it, I’m a gossip lover. Now, let’s get something straight; I’m not one to spread the gossip, I just need to hear it. For goodness sakes, I’m a writer. How else am I going to get material for my next stories?
I think it’s hereditary.
Grampa, at 97, would tell me how many ambulances took other residents away on a weekly basis because he was always looking out the window or having a cigar on the balcony. He wasn’t being nosey, but observant.
Gramma would come back from the hair salon and ask why such a pretty young girl can’t keep a man. She wasn’t being judgmental, but concerned for that jezabel.
I, too, am an angel—a perfect example of my grandparents’ grandchild, full of love and compassion for all my neighbors in this soap opera community.
You see, Gramma always said that hearing the gossip and restating the gossip are two very separate things…and that’s why I keep names out of my stories. Duh!