Zuzu - it's true! I live in a VERY quiet cul-de-sac in the SE corner of the Denver metro and our cul-de-sac is only 10 houses deep, so it's pretty small & everyone knows everyone's name. Last spring, we got some new neighbors in right next to me, and, lo & behold, they're BIKERS. I mean, like gang-type bikers. So, being the person that I am, I went up & introduced myself to one of the gentlemen there. Now I'm not a small person, but this guy dwarfs me..he's like 6'7. He explains that his particular biker gang isn't like what you see on TV and that they're pretty quiet people and that he actually works with the local police department. That took a MAJOR load off my mind and so I went along my way, buying roses by the dozen (almost literally). I was in the process of ripping out the grass in the front yard & digging this huge holes to plant 6 roses when one of the other biker guys comes over to see what I'm doing. "Whatcha doin', burying bodies?" he asks. Well, in a sense, I *am* burying bodies.. bodies of roses. Said "eeyup" to him. He then states that those are awfully small bodies to be burying and, me being the smartalleck I am, I stated that, "Nyah, I had to cut 'em up into smaller pieces so they'd fit." He looked at me like I was a major weirdo (big surprise there) and skidaddled back to his house. Of course, about an hour later he saw me pull all the roses out of the garage and start to plant them & THEN he realized what I was doing. But, seriously! After that, whenever I was digging in the yard, he'd ask if I had a bad day @ work & was burying someone who'd made me mad. :D
