Day 13 - Guess who's back???

Right at 8am, the side of the building erupts into a spray of a gas powered power washer on full speed. My friend must have gotten things taken care of yesterday and has thus returned to spread his almost English speaking rage against my helpless 7 month old little girl. It is kind of funny since she woke up earlier than this already, so his misguided rage, probably brought on by being dropped as a child, really accomplished him nothing. I am confused on how he really thought that coming back and being loud the next day was really going to accomplish him anything. I thought of some simple yet productive responses. Like letting the air out of all 4 of his tires or simply spilling a cup of water on his nice expensive power washer. Then I thought of the crazy guy who stabbed all of those people in Japan and decided that while he wasn't Asian or in my opinion fully intellectually capable of wielding a blade bigger than his thumb, I probably shouldn't push my luck now that I have my daughter. Just what i need to do is to electrocute myself while I am getting the power washer guy back. Anyway, I walked by the nice young man as I took a walk with Maddie and let him know that he missed a spot on the wall. We exchanged a few extra pleasantries and I went on with my day. I came back to a dirty front door, but feeling quite adult as to how I handled the situation. I just can't wait until he realizes what i wrote on the back window of his truck!