Note: this is 100% fiction.

“Oh. My. Gosh! Those hooligans! What on Earth are they doing?” Mrs. Ainsley said as she peeked through the blinds in her living room for the umpteen times that day.

“Who cares! Stop minding other people’s affairs.” Her husband, Earl, said in his crackly voice.

“Why, Earl, it’s my neighborhood. I have a right to know what my neighbors are doing putting bikes on trees. That tree is not a bike rack.”

With a sudden surge of interest, Earl got up from his recliner and crossed the room in ten tiny steps. “Why, would you look at that?” He let out a laugh. “It looks pretty nice.”

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