Well, the incident continues to perplex.
Last night, at 9:05 PM (I know because I glanced at the clock), the doorbell rang. I remained in the TV room, the Inner Sanctum (e. g. the room where there's a space heater on). RP answered the door.
And, lo and behold, it was Attractive Asian Neighbor Girl #14, AKA the ISB (Iris-Stealing, er, Babe). ISB asks if there's a blonde woman who lives in the house. RP replies in the affirmative. ISB reiterates that she doesn't know flowers, thought it was a weed but is really, really sorry and is not thinking straight because her grandmother recently died. She then presented a small bouquet to RP, which at least we know was purchased from a local florist (atoning with stolen flowers woulda been even weirder). RP thanked her and ISB went on her way.
Here's me with the flowers -
So this, apparently, still looks like a weed -
Now, I appreciate the store-bought stuff of course, and at least ISB did apologize, but really - my grandmother died
??? Even if it's true, does ISB not get (there's the Idiot Defense again) just how lame that sounds? I am not wholly without sympathy but I was also unaware that bereavement entitled one to a free pass on thievery, a kind of Get-out-of-Jail-Free card for invading space, killing plants and otherwise performing mild socially unacceptable acts.
How 'bout this instead - I'm sorry; I screwed up. I wasn't thinking straight and I did a bad thing. But we are neighbors and I don't want this to color our relationship. So I wanted to apologize again for my boneheadedness
. That I would have accepted and appreciated (hell, I woulda come to the door for that one).
Instead, ISB gave us the equivalent of the dog ate my conscience