I don’t know what is up with these people, but suddenly everyone, as if with one mind, starting putting their crap on their lawns. I don’t get it. So, I convinced Holli to drive me around while I took pictures of it. Some of it is fairly nice-looking stuff (see piano).
Then, today, I parked in front of some Crap on a Lawn, but I wasn’t sure if I could (I don’t want my car getting carted away as mistaken Crap Almost on Someone’s Lawn), so I looked down the block and located several other cars in front of crap. As I neared one, I discovered a sheet of paper stuck under the windshield wipers. Fearing it was a ticket, I looked at it. It read, in a clear, feminine script:
Next time you park behind someone, give them some f***ing room between their car and your f***ing piece of s***. Next time I’m going to just back right into your f***ing bumper and drive off, a**hole.
Happy “Put Your Crap on Your Lawn” Week! Pictures are here.