Our favorite neighborhood cluck is at it again. The woman who I’ll refer to as “scary” has decided to chop up a huge piece of sidewalk to make room for more garden. Fine, whatever, but lets take a look at what she’s done with the smashed up concrete shall we.

She actually placed the broken chunks in this lovely arrangement. Her house is attached to mine. How much do you think my property value is plummeting? 

Nice sculpture she’s got going here. Avant-garde concrete landscaping? Or lazy ass who doesn’t know how to dispose of her rubbish. 

When I was in 8th grade my father had his fill of neighbors and went out and bought three adjoining plots of land surrounded by woods on the side of a hill. He had a house built in the middle of them and refused to ever sell the other two until my parents moved. It is times like these when I can truly appreciate the brilliance behind his decision.

Here’s a little something for all us good and decent folk in the neighborhood who are forced to deal with the one proverbial ”turd in the punchbowl.”