I didn’t know that our friendly neighbor–
*that waves at us on sunny afternoons across the fence
*that smiles at James splashing in the pool
*that takes his baby girl on stroller rides and shops at our store
*that chats with James and I while he’s shopping
I didn’t know he was a prison guard.
Apparently he changes before coming home.
I’ve never seen him in that uniform walking up the driveway waving over the fence.
Tonight, while visiting Lee, I spied him.
I thought at first my brain was playing tricks on me.
On closer inspection, nope! It’s him.
I didn’t look his direction all evening. I didn’t see that he actually noticed me.
That’s ok with me. When I left my visit, he was standing at the desk right by the exit.
He didn’t acknowledge that he recognized me.
I don’t suppose he’d want to even if he did.
What would he say to his co-workers? “Hey! It’s my neighbor. Good to see ya!”
These are not surprises I enjoy!
Thankfully, he wasn’t hollering at anyone. He was just doing his job.
I was just wondering why it still bothers me so much to see people at the prison that I know from elsewhere.
Maybe this caring if people find out our news, is my own quirky problem that I just need to learn to deal with.