Hiya! It’s been a helluva week, seeing as it was BIRFDAY weekend, I’ve been hacking up a lung for 9 days…AND I GOT A NEW JOB!!!
The job was just the best present ever, seeing as I’ve been looking for a full-time gig for almost a year. I can’t wait to start! Plus, I’ve already met most of my future co-workers (very small team), and they are basically the loveliest people who have ever existed. YAY!!
But enough about me. I know you’re dying to know more of NI’s innermost freakish secrets. Today’s title was a clue — but what’s a jook, you ask?
Well, having a jook means looking at something. Peepin. Creepin??
Though it’s rare, there is a local practice that I simply cannot understand. Certain people, in our neighborhood and beyond, have been known to stand outside their houses ALL. DAY. LONG. Just havin’ a wee jook for hours on end. Just watching the world go by, but in the freezing cold rather than through a window inside the house. I’m talking EVERY DAY these people stand outside, like the world’s most bootleg security guards. WHY THOUGH? What are they doing?!
The woman who does it in our neighborhood is probably in her fifties, and despite being a neighborhood fixture, is pretty unpleasant. She doesn’t talk to anybody, so when you walk by it’s basically like this:
Then there’s the fella up on the North Coast, who routinely watches the street where Matt’s family have their vacation home. “Wee Jimmy,” as he’s known. We only go up to that house a few times a year — but, rain or shine, HE’S THERE. Hands in his pockets, looking at nothing for hours.
Matt also told me that there was an older man who used to do this same thing when Matt was a schoolkid. He’d hang outside his house, and created nicknames for all of the local kids. I thought it sounded a bit creepy, until I heard what Matt’s nickname was and all was forgiven in the name of hilarity. Any guesses?
Matt was WEE LEGS!! LOLOLOLOL
For reals though, if someone could explain to me the rationale behind this insanity, I’d greatly appreciate it. In the meantime, I’ll try to avoid a Curb-style staring contest:
Here’s lookin’ at you, kid,