Sunny Side Road

Chevy stops in front of my apartment this early Saturday morning
Driver steps out, squat, fat, ruddy fellow sporting  red t-shirt,
"LEE"  emblazoned in white across his male boobs.
Maybe name of college he attended.

Lee hurriedly opens 4 doors of car, including the trunk he pops. Kid inside Chevy
toots horn insistently.  Down the street, Lee's mate comes chugging, dressed in black;
flip flop footed she.  She smiles the smile of awkward moments. Her bra is coming loose.
Seems Lee dog, in heat, dug a tunnel under the fence to try to get to hot blooded Senorita Chihuahua.

All passengers on board --- chase commences in earnest for Lief. Mrs. Lee exits car
and flanks left; while Mr. Lee, behind the wheel, continues to jump stop and follow 2 miles an hour.
All the while, brat honks horn with vengence. With such a racket, at such an ungodly hour
Mapovia's Friday night  hangover aches the worse..  Only in America!

Oy, no observant Hebrew would dream of chasing a pet on Sabbath.
Therefore, it's safe to say, the Lees are damn, bloody gentiles. Finally, the big hairy dog
permits its capture, and Family Lee, satisfied with happy closure, drives away towards Pensive Lane,
one block north down from  where I live on Sunny Side Road,

I  note that the Lees' personalized license plate reads, "HELLO."
A rear bumper sticker further informs, WE LOVE LABRADORS.  They would!
Cartoon frolic is Mapovia's schtick.  Am I having fun, already?
Hay, It beats complaining.