I double dog dare you

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I thought I had posted about this a while back, but I can't find the discussion. I probably used a weird title. I like using weird titles, but it's probably not real efficient for searching. Anyway, growing up we lived on a cul de sac. We were right at the spot where the straight part ran into the circle. And we had these neighbors who lived in one of the two houses at the end of the circle, sort of diagonally from us. The mom liked to back out of her driveway in a long arc in the direction of our driveway. One day we went out and saw that our mailbox had been knocked over. No big deal, my dad was pretty handy, so he went and bought a new pole (or straightened the old one, I forget), put the mailbox on it, and cemented it into the ground. All was well until one day we went out, and the mailbox had been creamed again. Well this time dad got smart and cemented a hollow pipe into the ground, and inserted the mailbox pole into the pipe. That way, if the mailbox got clobbered again, he could just pull the pole out and either replace it or fix it without having to redo the cement. We were suspecting this particular neighbor, because we knew how she backed out of her driveway. And then one morning I was up in my bedroom, which faced the street, and BOOM. I looked out the window, and there she was, her car pretty much on top of what was left of the mailbox. Caught! I told my parents what I had seen, and dad went over there and asked her about it. She denied having anything to do with it. Next time dad put the mailbox up, he put a large target on the front of it. She must have gotten the point, as the mailbox was never clobbered again, at least not by her. Some years later, one of our next door neighbors had her accelerator stick, her car got out of control, and she banded into a lot of things, including our mailbox. It wasn't a good spot for a mailbox, I guess. Anyway, I bring this up because my sister just recently joined Facebook, and she e-mailed me that she had located the two sons of the mailbox lady. So I evilly suggested that I might send them a friend request, and mention that we all forgave their mother for the mailbox. She double dog dared me. I sent the older son, the one I remember, a friend request. Seem to have forgotten to mention the mailbox. (insert chicken noises here) PS Some years later, we bought this fancy shmanzy looking mailbox for our house in West Hills. My father-in-law creamed it...