8.04.2009

Stoops, and why they rock.

I think I've been through the whole "I live in Filthydelphia and there we have stoops that are great to sit on, yadda yadda yadda, random people walk by and talk to you and generally its like chillin' on a porch, only without furniture and on the edge of the ghetto (the ghettos have porches, I don't know why)."

So we have stoops, and with stoops, come neighbors. And with neighbors comes pets. And with pets, come house sitters!

Generally speaking, our neighbors are arty, hippie, civil people who have a very loud dog and hate cigarette smoke blowing in their windows. However, I will forever be cool with them because a.) they always say hello (which is really the only nice thing to do when you share a wall) and b.) they NEVER call the cops when we are hosting a rave inside.

Being the adults they are, they have the money to leave the filthy every once in awhile and they choose not to take their dog. Their dog needs taken care of, so hence the housesitters.

I would like now to propose a question for the universe:
Why do some of the most normal and uninteresting people have the BEST people to housesit for them?!

Seriously. Every house sitter 438 has met for 440 has been awesome. In fact, we ran into two last night. Two girls, from around Yardley/suburbs, a little crazy, college-aged. They knocked on our door to ask for sneakers because they locked themselves out of the house. So the blond put on my Mad Mex sneakers (she said they tasted like guacamole, which is probably fair) and jumped over the fence to get to the back door. In the process she ripped her skirt while flashing the whole neighborhood while the brunette looked on and could not stop laughing. Sadly, we were absent from this debacle.

We did however get a tour of their house while we plotted getting forties and playing beer pong.

And this is why I love the city. Randomness everywhere. Especially amongst stoops.


Just try it, sit on a stoop for 20 minutes. Bet you meet at least 1 new person who doesn't ask you for "something called a token".

1 comment:

  1. I love this. I love stoops and meeeting new people. Those girls were crazy, but fun. I sometimes wish I smoked because its such a great way to meet new people.

    I'm glad we have a stoop.

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