Time To Say Please

Ranger and I are crazy about Mo Willems and time to say please is a very cute book that adults and children can both benefit from. I myself sometimes forget about the P word.

I dropped by the house on Scotland to see how the work was progressing. The workmen did not appear to be there, there was a truck blocking the drive way so I parked on the grass. I hesitated to do so for a second but then remembered that I had seen Kelly park there before and went ahead and parked there against my better judgement (for some reason though it did not feel right), I did so only because my allergies are killing me and I was feeling to lazy to walk any farther than necessary. I saw Yvonne outside of her house, and of course since she is my favorite tenant I went over to her house to talk to her. The previous day her husband had called about our contractors filling up there trashcan with construction debris and to inform us that they had brought a dog with them that was crapping all over their lawn. (Their house is right next door to the one being worked on.) I asked Yvonne if everything was okay now and then the topic drifted to the children, energy conservation, and how much she loves the house. A man walked up and said that the guy working on the house was going to want to park there when he got back, and I told him that I would move in a minute. I just said matter of fact, and went on with our conversation. A few minutes later I hear a man say, "She said that she'll move in a minute" Then I hear a rough loud voice yelling, "Move your car!". I turn around and say excuse me, hoping that he'll recognize me as the owner of the home. He yells, MOVE YOUR CAR! So I walk towards the car and say, I heard you say please right, and I'll move it since you asked so nicely. Then he yells, Is this your house? Then I say Yes it is, I met you the other day when you were working at the house on David. My husband is Kelly. This is the part where any sane man who enjoys getting paid 15 dollars an hours says sorry. Apparently the man is a raving psycho cause he just goes on about how dare I request a please. In fact questions the that I'm even Kelly's wife. I say goodbye to Yvonne and then go into the house to check on progress. (Yes apparently since I am used to freaks yelling I found no danger in doing so.) This really pissed the dude off, he informs me that he called my husband about the incident. I said what incident, and then he goes off on the please bit again. This is the moment when I recognize that I am dealing with a Dumb Fuck so I just say later and walk out. Kelly is over there talking to the jerk now. I am slightly concerned. I asked him to take Les with him. Which probably sounds kind of silly but I thought it would be prudent. Maybe he should have just taken a copy of time to say please.