weirdo ave. (2)

My neighborhood is filled with a bunch of lame people. They secretly don't like us. I don't know why though because we stay out of the way. I have to walk past some of the weird neighbors who always have something to say. Now I will say, the walk there was fine. I didn't have any encounters with anybody. I went to the gas station, told the clerk I needed to fill up, gave him the money and went to refill the can. Whole time that I’m doing my thing, I have little to no thought of anything about to happen on my walk back.