My family is out for the week in California.
Today is the day I usually make my bread for the week, and since no one is home to get waken up, I put some music on and got to work. It hadn't occurred to me that I made too much (seeing as how I am home alone) until I was done.
I thought about giving to some neighbors, but I don't really know any of them. So I just bagged it up and stuck my head out of the front door.
I saw a black dude about my age running outside (which is pretty common at this time of day in my area) only this time it was different. He had on a tank and some of those super short cross country/old school basketball shorts, he had a really well kept medium sized fro to go with it.
I yelled out "Hey! Come here!" he jogged over to me and I said "Do you want some bread, I just made some, but I made too much"
He asked me "What kind? I can't eat white bread." I said "You're good, it's dark rye" I handed him the bag and he gave me that really strange DAP they do over here on the northeast side of town. He said "Right on right on man, I am going to make some salami sammichs wit this"
As he jogged away he said "alright brown bear ( I am half mexican, 6 feet and 250lbs former linebacker) thanks, if you want to play some one on one hit me up *he pointed 8 or 9 houses down to a house with a basketball hoop* I am home all day thursday and friday"
That was by far the strangest encounter I've ever had with a neighbor. I wonder if he purposely acts that way as some sort of hipster ironic persona..... Maybe he was just raised by a dad who still acts really old school.
I am guessing all figure it out one of these days when I am playing basketball, I am glad I've found someone close by to play with. It's a lot easier to get motivated to play basketball then it is to go for a run.
I am looking forward to balling it up on thursday
Anyone else have any neighbor stories?