I can't stand that stupid leaf-blower! Hell, who can?? Every single day of my all-too-short life, at about a-quarter-after-nine it starts up. The guy who uses it to clean the sidewalk outside the apartment complex across the street is a big fellow - a f*@kin' fat-ass, as he is referred to by a certain frustrated individual who tries to quickly say a prayer of contrition. He does the street all the way around the half-block complex, starting with the place right outside my window, and ending there. I get the joy of his obnoxious engine twice a day! Lucky me.
It's winter now. Ok, in the summer, I understood because the trees over there drop a lot of leaves, and it really can get messy, but it's December now, and there are no leaves. Let me say that again, "Dude! There Are No Leaves! The sidewalk is clean! Please give it a rest!"
I did a little snooping, stopping on the street close enough to hear him chat to a neighbour as he shut the motor off. I think he's one of our challenged brothers. To him, this job is probably one of a certain importance as he is responsible for the entire perimeter of this huge two-storey apartment complex. He dilligently walks the boundary each day, creating order, and making sure the building is secure and presentable. He's doing his best. Ok, ok, I'll let it go.
Then the next day, that infernal NOISE!!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment