Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Guerrilla Gardening



One of my coffee drinking buddies was complaining about folks parking in the handicapped spots.  He is eighty-two years old and has eight stents.  He has a handicapped parking plate.

He complained to the management about the handicapped sign being obscured by the shrubbery.  They did not have the tools to respond.

I overheard the complaint and took care of the issue in the dim light of the early morn.

I was humming a song by BTO while I chopped the shrubbery into submission.  Great fun.

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