Saturday morning. I'd been looking forward to it all week - it was the light at the end of a hellacious week of work, and all I wanted was to lie in. But of course, douchebag across the street has other ideas.
Cue the 7:30am landscaping.
I'm not sure WHY they start work that early, or indeed why they kick off with leaf blowers. Maybe it's a mating cry to others in the area? "Hey, any other inconsiderate cocknockers in the area wanna come over?" But something possessed him to go out and push his few leaves around the front garden with a two stroke engine strapped to his back.
The ironic thing is that this guy is a self-righteous green-douche. I'm all for doing our bit for the environment, but we're talking about a Prius driving knobsack, who's actually yelled at me on trash day for not recycling a pizza box (It's got oil on it, fartwad, you *can't* recycle it!). And here he is, puttering about with something that pollutes the air way worse than a car, the steaming turd burglar.
I bring this up, because he's out there AGAIN hosing his driveway down. At least he's doing it at a time of day when he assumes he won't bother folks (other than those of us who work from home). And hopefully it means he won't be doing it this weekend at 7:30 again. Because if it does, I'm going to shove the damn thing up his arse.