They deserve a game of ding dong ditch. Lighting a bag of poop on fire on the porch is optional.Traveling for work the other day I found myself in my old neighborhood. So I decided to drive by the house I grew up in.
Brought back some memories.
I decided to knock on the door and ask the folks that live there if I could take a stroll down memory lane.
They said NO! And slammed the door in my face.
Imagine that. My own parents no less.