The Creep, Alledged And Labeled

According to media reports, the alledged creep prowled the shopping mall with a video camera positioned to peek under skirts. I don't know how the budding film maker had things rigged, but I guess not very well as he got caught. The situation might be mildly amusing if the creep were an inept, pimply faced 13-year-old, but he isn't. The creep is middle-aged and, because the media shared his address, I discovered he lives a few streets over from my house. Curious to see how an alledged creep decks out his yard, I walked past the house a few days ago. An abundance of oversized Christmas decorations are scattered across the yard, in February. Hanging on to Christmas is a bit weird. The bark of a guard dog coming from the high-fenced backyard is annoying. But the exterior of the house doesn't scream "watch your skirts, ladies." And, perhaps the confused person who lives there can explain his knee-level camera. As I walked home, I realized that Birdie and Daisy have probably talked to the creep. They used to sell Girl Scout cookies on that quiet street, with a parent in tow. Then I wondered if the creep bought cookies or just said "no, thanks." I feel a bit sorry for him. He is stupid; he can't get his life back, alledged or not; and a lot of people know where he lives. As far as neighborhood creeps go, my vote for disgusting goes to another one. When my Girl Scout knocked at his house hoping to sell cookies, he answered the door in his underwear--briefs, not boxers. It could have been worse, but it could have been better. If you don't want the creep label, put on a robe or don't answer the door. And for sure, leave your camera at home. Once we know who you are, you've got the label.