Several weeks ago the Trickharts told me they had learned that one of the residents in our neighborhood was a ruthless mob hit man in the Federal Witness Protection Program.
Shortly thereafter the Trickharts began taking cupcakes to this man. The three of them would stand in his driveway popping the tiny frosted desserts into their mouths as they leered in the direction of my home - whispering and laughing and chewing.
Each time the Trickharts returned to their house from the mobster's driveway they would sneer at me and make little gun shapes with their hands - pointing their pointer fingers at my head and releasing their little "thumb hammers" to shoot me with an imaginary bullet. Naturally, I believed the Trickharts were using Farrah's moist baked goods to entice the mobster to target me as his next victim. I had to do something... and fast!
I am still not sure why I thought a disguise was a good idea.
I never suspected that Nobert and Farrah had devised an elaborate scheme of revenge against me for this blog. They had anticipated my reaction to their meetings with the "mobster" and set me up.
This morning, when I left my home in my disguise, they set the final phase of their rotten plan in motion - which involved putting super glue in my door locks, waiting for my return, and a 911 call to the police.
Lesson Learned: Don't break into your own house while wearing a disguise unless your disguise looks exactly like your drivers license photo.
Mine didn't.
- C Smith
That's some disguise. This is sounding more and more like that movie The Whole Nine Yards.
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