We were decorating for Christmas, and the party this Saturday when the FedEx man pulled up in front of Little Iran. He came to their door and knocked, no answer, yet all the cars were there, the Greeter and his wife's car plus the mysterious person that lives in their garage wearing a burka. We don't know if they are a male or female because the burka covers every inch of flesh. So, the FedEx guy rings the bell, no answer and he leaves the package on the front step.
We were about to yell to him to put the package down--carefully. But he was too quick and luckily the package didn't go off. As the package sat there we carefully went into the house and to the other side, taking mattresses from the bed for a shield. After an hour we came out and noticed that the package was either brought in or taken. We suspect that once the contents didn't explode, it was taken in and brought to the garage for assembly into their bomb making business.
They have been home, for the most part, ever since. It must be a tricky device that requires their full attention. Needless to say, Little Iran is not invited to the Christmas party. Little Israel is, well, more of a self invite, but I'm not worried about them making bombs. If Little Israel was going to get a bomb they would buy it. Little Iran makes everything, including the burkas.
If they weren't so secretive it wouldn't draw the attention that it does but they are. That and the lingo, all in Persian or whatever you want to call it. The one good thing is that their garage is on the other side from us. So if a mistake is made, it will blast the neighbors on that side. Not that it matters I suppose, the blast would probably put a hole in the ground three houses long.
Yes, I can say for certain that this holiday will come in with a bang.
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