Will the Neighborhood Nuisance leave us alone?
That nutty neighbor from down the street came back again this week to spread more grief. You know the one. He walks his dog for however many blocks it takes, and then when he gets to your yard, the dog suddenly has the urge to squat and unload a six-pound load of whatever he's eaten the past week. I hadn't seen him since he borrowed my lawn mower and returned it with no gas, the self-propelled cable broken and the air filter missing. But none of that was as bad as the time he knocked on my door to inform me that he was in the critical stages of baking a six-layer chocolate cake but ran out of some key ingredients. He wanted to borrow six eggs, two cups of sugar, two cups of flour, several squares of sweet chocolate and a spoonful of vanilla extract.