So I work full time.
And I have a front lawn.
And every day, without fail, there is another tightly coiled alley apple sitting just next to where I like to park my car.
I'm pretty sure I know who it is, but I don't have proof, and I'm getting sick of cleaning up T-bombs. I can't just ask the person "Hey, can you please Stop letting your dog build dookie castles on my front lawn"? It's just awkward.
What do I do?
Does this happen to you?
Are you one of those awful people that do it?
One time I had to shift some tools from my ute into a mates for a job. I removed my drill case, placed it on the grass. It fell I over as I reached for my tool bag. Thought nothing of it.
Grabbed both containers by the handles, hefted the plastic drill box up onto his tool bag in his ute, placed mine on top.
Upon arrival at said job, we open the back canopy, I grab my tools, and we notice a caramel coloured pile with the consistency of well mashed potato. To make it worse, he scoops it up on a finger tip thinking it's mud.
It wasn't. This guy was basically my boss.
Dammit.
And I have a front lawn.
And every day, without fail, there is another tightly coiled alley apple sitting just next to where I like to park my car.
I'm pretty sure I know who it is, but I don't have proof, and I'm getting sick of cleaning up T-bombs. I can't just ask the person "Hey, can you please Stop letting your dog build dookie castles on my front lawn"? It's just awkward.
What do I do?
Does this happen to you?
Are you one of those awful people that do it?
One time I had to shift some tools from my ute into a mates for a job. I removed my drill case, placed it on the grass. It fell I over as I reached for my tool bag. Thought nothing of it.
Grabbed both containers by the handles, hefted the plastic drill box up onto his tool bag in his ute, placed mine on top.
Upon arrival at said job, we open the back canopy, I grab my tools, and we notice a caramel coloured pile with the consistency of well mashed potato. To make it worse, he scoops it up on a finger tip thinking it's mud.
It wasn't. This guy was basically my boss.
Dammit.