Sharon tells her friend Kenny about a disturbing encounter she had with her neighbor, known as the "pink jogging suit lady." The neighbor came to Sharon's door accusing her of having a dog that defecates on her lawn. Sharon insists multiple times that she does not own a dog. However, the neighbor refuses to believe her and threatens to call the police. Sharon becomes increasingly upset by the neighbor's accusations and hostile behavior.
Sharon tells her friend Kenny about a disturbing encounter she had with her neighbor, known as the "pink jogging suit lady." The neighbor came to Sharon's door accusing her of having a dog that defecates on her lawn. Sharon insists multiple times that she does not own a dog. However, the neighbor refuses to believe her and threatens to call the police. Sharon becomes increasingly upset by the neighbor's accusations and hostile behavior.
Sharon tells her friend Kenny about a disturbing encounter she had with her neighbor, known as the "pink jogging suit lady." The neighbor came to Sharon's door accusing her of having a dog that defecates on her lawn. Sharon insists multiple times that she does not own a dog. However, the neighbor refuses to believe her and threatens to call the police. Sharon becomes increasingly upset by the neighbor's accusations and hostile behavior.
Sharon tells her friend Kenny about a disturbing encounter she had with her neighbor, known as the "pink jogging suit lady." The neighbor came to Sharon's door accusing her of having a dog that defecates on her lawn. Sharon insists multiple times that she does not own a dog. However, the neighbor refuses to believe her and threatens to call the police. Sharon becomes increasingly upset by the neighbor's accusations and hostile behavior.
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DETROIT by Lisa D’Amour
SHARON: Kenny you are not going to believe this. I am fucking losing it - do you see me? I am losing it! It was the pink jogging suit lady. At our door! Only she wasn't wearing a pink jogging suit, she was wearing shorts and a blue T-shirt. And she came over to ask us politely - sort of - politely if we could keep our dog from shitting on her lawn. WE DON'T HAVE A DOG. Exactly. And so I said to her, politely, I said, ''We don't have a dog" and she said, "Yes you do have a dog and it is quite fond of taking craps on my lawn." "Quite fond." Like slicing a razor blade across my face - "quite fond." And I said, "Lady, do you want to come in my house? We've got NOTHING in our house, especially a DOG. Especially we do not have a DOG." And she said, "Listen, missy." FUCKING MISSY! "Listen, missy. I've lived in this neighborhood for six years, and I jog every morning. This dog appeared out of nowhere and started crapping on my lawn. I'm not asking you to get rid of it, I'm just asking you to clean up his crap." And I practically started crying - look at me I'm crying now-and I said, "Ma'am, people have accused me of many things before, but they have never accused me of having a dog. You need to investigate further, you need to knock on other doors-" And she said - her voice changed and she said, "Look, if it craps on my lawn one more time, I am calling the police" and I said, "Are you kidding? The police are going to fucking LAUGH IN YOUR FACE if you call them about some dogshit." And she said, "AHA! So you DO have a DOG!" And I said, "No, no, no, no, no fucking NO there is no dog here, lady!" And she just shook her head and kind of kicked our plant and said, "Ha, I thought it was fake." And turned around. I mean FUCK, Kenny, FUCK. This is like FUCKED UP.