Turf Wars Aug 31, 2006
I came home from work today to find a little present on my front lawn: Two gigantic sets of tire tracks sweeping across a good portion of the grass. Turfers. It’s amazing how 15 seconds of idiocy can so completely foul someone’s mood.
Our house is somewhat in the country, meaning it’s in a 25-year-old subdivision of acre-plus lots just past the outskirts of town, and turfers are a regular nuisance here. I dunno what ever happened to the more wholesome countryside activities, like mailbox baseball; I guess maybe today’s delinquents are too fat from all the fast food to actually lean out of their car windows.
I’d spend more time plotting revenge or setting up some elaborate trap to catch these evildoers, but thinking back I do remember a few incidents from my past that involved some irresponsible navigation and even, a couple of times, the improper handling of dairy products. So I’ll just grit my teeth, plug in the divots, and wonder what’s wrong with kids these days.
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