ockanui said...
I hate the gardeners at the big house across the street, every three weeks or so the team arrives, they prune, they mow, they wipper snip and they blow. They blow all the cuttings away from their pristine clients house over the street to my house and that of the neighbors.
When confronted they stare blankly and react like its their right to blow.
Well I am of to the hardware to buy the biggest, meanest and most powerful of blowers, I will be ready next time, [ mind you I have better things to do..but..}
I will spring out from behind the fence ,blower in hand, laughing madly and out loud like a weird scientist, the biggest blow wars since Al Pacino in Scarface will begin.
yeh ok I know I have over dramatized the scenario, heh whatever happened to the broom?
that's what I hate, the blower is like the jetski of the suburban streets
Ocka , you have now joined the brotherhood !!!!! All you need to do to become a fully fledged blower bomber is to get a tat on your bicep saying " if you blow one more leaf away from that house , I will rev it out and shove it up your............"
Fair dinkum , that was one thing that really pissed me off about the wealthy crew in Melbourne . And now It's every where .
As you say , get a straw broom and then pick up the crap !!!!!!!
It's not that hard !!!!!!
Talk about noise pollution !!!!!!!!