There’s no toilet in my backyard, mate…
I was on my way out the door today (1:30pm on a Wednesday) when something strange and unexpected happened. Two teenagers appeared in my backyard.
Go ahead and call me an old fart for thinking the worst (You kids, get offa my lawn!!) But you see, the previous owners of this house (the inlaws) discovered some teenagers trying to stash their “stash” in this backyard at one stage, and my car has been broken into here before. Not to mention it’s a school day, and it’s not summer break here!!
But I did give them the benefit of the doubt, and merely said “Can I help you with something?”
“Uh, yeah, we’re um, looking to use your toilet?”
There’s no toilet in my backyard, mate. Tell me another one. But I didn’t say that.
I told them my bathrooms under renos (true!) and so no they couldn’t, and they went back the way they came. And yes, I did call the police.
I didn’t see what happened cuz I really did have to go to an appointment. When I came back, they were gone. When I went into the backyard, I discovered they had knocked over some of our patio furniture and knocked out a tree’s support.
Yeah. Not looking for a toilet. Makes me wonder what they would have done if I wasn’t home. Grrrrr.