Who Knew?

This past Halloween, somebody in our city had the bright idea that all of our local child sex offenders should keep their house lights turned off during trick-or-treating so as not to attract any young children. It occurred to me that this would be the perfect time to take a drive around town to find out just where these sex offenders live. Well...you can imagine how shocked I was to find out that several of my neighbors are CHILD SEX OFFENDERS. The sweet little old lady who goes to our church, who's yard my boys have cut many a time...her house was dark. Who knew? And the nice couple with the the invalid wife...yep, them too. I am shocked. And the stingy old rich lady who lives at the corner in that great big Tudor-style home and has more money than Exxon and not a living soul to leave it all to...she's one too. I always wondered what she was doing in that big old house with all the lights turned off. Now I know. And the one sleazy neighbor with the greasy hair and the crude bumper stickers of nekkid ladies on his car, the one who leers at the young girls on their way home from school...he's clean. His house was lit up like a jack-o-lantern with kids running around everywhere. It just goes to show you can't judge a book by it's cover.

And just so you know...we left every light in the house on all night long, just in case anybody was checking.