I came home yesterday to find this note folded and stuck in my door:
Way to go John! We live in a transitional neighborhood and mostly people come staggering along the street looking like they’ve had 1 too many bottles of cheap gin. These same people ask in an indistinct slur if they can help mow our lawn, gather our leaves, etc. We once had a woman brandishing a rusty saw who screamed at our dog and called me a bitch from outside our fence. I saw a prostitute give a guy a blow job one night outside our window when we first moved here 5 years ago and things were a little shadier.
But John is clearly a guy who thought this out, and who I will actually consider calling to come help with our leaves when they fall in the next couple of months. I hope that he is what he seems, and that other neighbors who are fortunate enough to have jobs will help this guy too. Not with a hand out, but with honest pay for honest work.