The Neighborhood Water Bandit

Click clack…. click clack…… click clack..

The wheels of a rusty old shopping cart rattling down the sidewalk announce her presence. She is old, tired, and stops every few feet to take a breather. She wipes her brow as she gazes down at the pile of empty milk jugs she is pushing around.  This has become her daily routine. She peeks over her shoulder to make sure no one is around before she removes a jug. She smirks as she staggers up into a random yard. No one suspects anything devious from this sweet looking old lady.

She adjusts her sweat pants as they begin to slowly sag. She looks as if she is drowning in her royal blue jogging suit. Her gray hair twisted up into a messy bun, thin wisps hanging around her eyes. As a car approaches she kneels down to tie her tennis shoe and watches to make sure they didn’t notice her.

As she nears the random house she moves towards the side of it. The side where there is a water hose. She greedily snatches it up as she glances around one more time before turning the knob and shoving the hose into that milk jug. Once it’s full she turns off the hose and staggers back towards her cart. It seems as if the jug, now full of water, weighs a ton as she struggles to lift it over the rusty edge of the cart. Once she manages to defeat it she moves on to another random house, a random hose, and repeats this until all of her jugs are full.

Some neighbors wonder why their water bills have increased. Some call down to the water department and file complaints. Everyone is frantic looking for some sort of leak in their home. Everyone except the little old lady with the rusty shopping cart. She is enjoying a glass of sweet tea as she waits for her water to boil so she can cook spaghetti for her husband.

She doesn’t pay the water department. She just fills her jugs each day. No one ever suspects anything.

Click clack… click clack…. click clack…

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About justajourna1

I am 35, I have always been intrigued with writing. I love it. It is one of the few qualities about my existence that will never die. I love to read as well. At this point in my life I am on another soul search. I have one son, I always wanted more children but I was cursed with severe endometriosis. I am currently married and blessed to have a step-son and a step-daughter. Their father and I have been best friends for a long time. We have a blast together. It's like having a slumber party every night! The thing I love the most is that he accepts me as I am. Broken. Moody. Hormonal. He strives to make me smile and succeeds. (I don't know how he puts up with me) Anyhow, that's a little about me. For more... read the journal.
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4 Responses to The Neighborhood Water Bandit

  1. Jim says:

    ha ha! I suppose people aren’t smart enough to figure out where the shut off is for the outdoor water spigots.

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    • justajourna1 says:

      It seems that way! This is based on a true story. I know my bill hasn’t gone up. I see what she does. It’s kind of funny. Sometimes she does a happy dance at the end of the block before she heads home again. I wonder how long she’ll keep this up.

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  2. cjlevinson says:

    Lovely writing. I could really picture the scene and the old woman walking from house to house, no one really noticing. It made me feel a little sad for her to be honest. I’m glad your bill hasn’t gone up at least! 🙂

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    • justajourna1 says:

      I felt bad for her at first as well. Thought about donating a few cases of water. Then I noticed how much she seemed to be enjoying herself. I guess sticking it to the “man” makes her happy. She is very sweet. I am just more observant than most of my neighbors.

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