The other week at a community meeting, I was talking with a (middle-aged) (redheaded) woman who lives near the library, since she happened to be sitting next to me.
"You mean on that side street by the fountain?", I was like. "I like that street a lot! I always used to walk down it back in the day when I had my other apartment, since it's right on my route to the library."
"Yeah," she was like. "It's great, though sometimes the drunk men can be a lot."
"Really?", I was like. "I've chitchatted with them a few times, they seem nice."
"They are," she was like, "But then they go and pull shit like throwing detergent in the fountain so it bubbles."
"I've never seen that," I was like.
At that, she was surprised.
"That's odd," she was like. "They do it a lot."
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