I love shocking people with my words whether written or verbal. I’ll shock them into laughter, letting their guard down, anger, all the feels that we experience. Sometimes though, I get shocked instead.
If you read through my Facebook page, you’ll read about my Death Call Kitty. My fiancé is a cop and when he went to a home of a deceased woman, a kitten ran out and we adopted him. If you read even more of my Facebook page, you would know that he is a little orange son-of-a-bitch.
One night he got out and wouldn’t come back for a while. True to form, I was outside cursing as I was trying to get Hastings (his real name) back inside.
My neighbors had to hear all of the commotion. It was in the middle of summer and I know their windows were open. Now, I must tell you that I adore my neighbors. They are kind and generous. They love our dogs and put up with our feral cats. They are just all around great people.
They are also religious and older than me. I always thought that both of these together meant they were very… shall we say… stern people that never cursed and were a little disgusted when they heard it.
A few weeks after the incident, my fiancé and I were at one of the yard sales that the wife was volunteering at to help her church. This was the first time I had seen her since my outburst and was a little nervous. I apologized to her for the vulgar interruption she must have endured and this was her response.
“I thought I heard you cursing around the back of your house. I was so happy to hear that someone else curses when they’re frustrated. I do it all the fucking time!”
That day she became not only my favorite neighbor, but my best friend and hero.