lilwildrabbit
Songster
I don't get why the younger generation thinks we older generation owes them everything they owe us everything!
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As long as she has permission, that's fine. It's those who don't feel the need to get permission that are the problem.I mean, my mom is a florist and gathers moss from private properties, but those are people we know. Ugh.
This is why I don't hang with the popular kids.
Here's a thought, on the new fence. Hang some signs on it warning about poison ivy in the area. That should help to keep the riff-raff out of there.This latest one doesn't have anything to do with chickens, but I'm posting it anyway. I live on a private culdesac with 'Private Road' & 'No Trespassing' signs posted at the entrance. Across my driveway is a big, fenced off field that's covered in 5-6ft weeds (mostly stinging nettles.) The field also is posted private & no trespassing. We live in suburbia & for some reason people feel these posted signs do not apply to them. You cant imagine how often I'm standing in my yard telling total strangers that they can not park their car, walk their dogs, ride their skateboards, eat their lunch, play ball with their kids, pick fruit off my neighbors trees, smoke pot, take a pee, or a plethora of other things they do out there. After all these years, I'm still shocked by how mad people get at me for making them leave. Most will call me names & go, but some want to argue with me, or explain that they're "only walking the dog" or whatever they're doing. I have to repeat that they are in my driveway & ask if they want me parking my car, walking my dog, playing with my kids or riding my skateboard in their driveway...
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Ok, so a couple days ago I see a woman with 4 or 5 little kids out there. She was bending the slightly broken chain link fence all the way down to the ground so the little kids could climb out of the field. I walked out to confront her but the kids were running down my driveway yelling at the top of their lungs & she was chasing after them. I looked up & noticed she had left 3 teenage girls sitting in a path they had trudged thru the weeds. All three of these girls were in strapless, mini sundresses & high heeled sandals. They were just sitting there laughing & taking pictures of themselves (like, this is what we looked like before we got stung head to toe in nettles.) So, I walked out there & said, "What do you guys think you're doing?" With their very entitled tones & their snotty So.Cal teenage girl voices they all started spouting off to me at the same time. (*note; I'm allowed to say this without prejudice, as I too was once a snotty, So. Cal teenage girl.) So anyway, they were spouting off that they were not doing anything wrong & they were only taking graduation pictures of themselves, etc... I told them that they were not at the park, that they were trespassing on private property & they had to leave. I finished off by pointing out what they had done to the fence. All 3 of them erupted in chorus of how they didn't do it & how rude I was to accuse them. At this point, the most intelligent girl in the group took the conversation into her own hands & said in her mock valley girl accent, "How would YOU like it if WE accused YOU of breaking the fence?!" ...Huh??? I admit, I was completely blown away & a little confused by this idiotic statement. This was our brief conversation;
Me: "What??? Do you even hear yourself?"
Her: "Do YOU even hear YOUR self?"
Me: "Are you kidding me?"
Her: "Are YOU kidding ME?'
At that point I realized just what level of idiot I was dealing with & ended the conversation with a bellowing, "OK. YOU ARE TRESPASSING GET THE (expletive) OUT OF HERE NOW!!!" which probably reverberated thru the entire culdesac. They were all grumbling again at the same time about how rude I was (How rude! How rude! SO RUDE!...) but they climbed out of the bushes in their mini sundresses & strappy high heeled sandals & stomped away down my driveway. I told them how lucky they were that they didn't meet any of the many snakes & scorpions that live in there. Apparently needing the last word, the mouthiest one enunciated, "Fine. Have. A. Nice. Day."
Sigh! I guess I get to spend the weekend fixing the fence.
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