Nosy

I have a problem. I blame it on writing for a living. In restaurants I listen in on conversations at nearby tables. I watch people in stores and make up life stories for them. Yes, I'm nosy. It's because of the career. I swear. So, knowing this about me, here's what happened while I was walking the dog earlier this week…

My neighbor, a husband and father, came racing down the street at 3:00 in the afternoon in his truck, parked it in his driveway and ran around to the back of his house. A few seconds later he started yelling (imagine a lot of swearing here), "Get out of my house!" He said it over and over. Another man, in a much quieter voice, was telling the neighbor to calm down. The neighbor kept yelling the same thing then would say stuff like, "Don't put your hands in the air. Face me."

My writer mind decided there were a few possible reasons for this showdown:

1. The husband caught the wife doing something very naughty.

2. The husband caught a boy with his daughter and went nuts.

3. The husband broke up a robbery.

4. The husband was kicking out a relative or former friend who was no longer welcome in the house.

The potential story continues to play out in my mind. I've ruled out #3 because the police never showed up and there hasn't been any neighborhood gossip about a robbery. Also ruled out #2 because I think the man's daughter is too young for that one, like in elementary school. Haven't seen the wife since, but I'm hoping the answer is #4.

I'll let you know if I figure it out…