So, my parents finally sold their house.
But they didn’t sell the wooded empty lot next door.
They had bought that lot to preserve their peace and quiet.
It didn’t sell along with the house, though.
They gave the lot to me.
And I need to sell it.
The golf course it’s near doesn’t want it.
They gave me an insultingly low offer.
So, I told them thank you, but I’m going ahead with my plans to build a shrine to Satan.
And their golfers are welcome to pray there, of course.
I’m sure they’ll rethink their offer pretty soon.