Oh wow! That’s too much!
It’s stories like that that make me wish for cameras everywhere, then I think how I wait for my neighbor to pull out of his driveway to leave for work every morning.
There I am in my mismatched pj’s or my god awful, supersoft but also super static-y nightgown, sipping my coffee by my kitchen sink which faces their side load garage.
Whatever I’m wearing in the early am, it can generally but accurately be described as “ugly wear”.
Not his wife. She’s like a pageant girl. Hair, nails, and full face of Makeup 24/7
He pulls out, off I sprint to feed my chickens!
Ugly or not, here I come!
That’s why I hate the thought of cameras outside lol