Asshole

Last night, just before 10pm, I got a call from a unlisted number, which often means a Fil sighting. I anxiously answered the phone. Have you found your kitty, the man asked. Sadly no, I said. Well, then can you take down your flyers. It's been three weeks, you owe it to the neighborhood, he said. What? I was stunned. I said I would take them down when I was ready, but I would not take them down now. He hung up.

What an asshole.

I mean, it's not like I live in Piedmont or North Berkeley. My neighborhood is the fucking ghetto where people leave old mattresses on corners and dump crap wherever they feel like. It's full of homeless wanderers dragging shopping cart trains (multiple cart tied together), people walking their pit bulls, cars on front lawns. Having flyers up on the stop signs isn't exactly going to bring the neighborhood down. It's already down. What a heartless asshole.