Osaka Cherokee

i came back from the gym yesterday and the lady that lives across the cul de sac came over and told me that there was some cat poop around the corner and that she covered it up with some dirt. i just stood there like, "....and?". i didn't know what to say. the cat poop wasn't my fault. it wasn't on my property. i had absolutely nothing to do with it. on top of that this lady has never said one fucking word to me the whole time i've lived here. i say "good morning" and "hello" to her and she just ignores me. so why in god's name did she decide to finally break the ice by talking about some poop she covered up? i guess its best not to think about it to hard.
i think she's a little nuts. takami's dad is like a third degree black belt in knife sharpening. that guy can get butter knife razor sharp with just a stone off the ground. he also has a disdain (as do the rest of takami's family) for dull knives so he periodically comes over here to sharpen our shit up. he was doing it outside and the aforementioned lady asked him to sharpen some knives up for her. being a nice guy he did. as payment she gave him a ziplock bag full of "pork". i have to use quotatoin marks cuz the substance in that bag was suspect.