They Took a What?!
The neighbourhood I live in has its ups and downs. The amazing neighbours next door are offset by the other neighbours who are not so amazing. The fact that it’s hard to get to our street for random traffic is offset by the fact that some people use it as their personal drag strip.
I don’t know how to offset the following:
Someone stole my flower pot. Now, some of you may say, “It’s just a flower pot,” or, “You own a flower pot? Dude…”
Yes, I own(ed) a flower pot. When we moved into the condo, six years ago, Kim bought a fig tree and I bought a Yucca tree. Hers came in a gigantic, nearly immovable brown pot and mine was in a smaller green pot. The green pot was half of the reason I got the tree, and when my incompetence with all flora flourished and the yucca went the way of the dodo, I kept the pot.
Sometime earlier this week, someone drove to our house and carried my flower pot to their car and took it away. I theorize this because, while my flower pot is not the behemoth that my wife’s is, when it is filled with dirt (and flowers), my pot is not light enough to take out of the neighbourhood. Certainly, at any rate, it would be inconvenient enough to motivate someone to leave it there. So some jerk took my flower pot.
What a neighbourhood. What a world. Screw you, flower thief.
Track down the thief and deliver a vicious figging upon their home the likes of which they will not soon forget.
Wow that’s crazy. I worry about the patio furniture we have on the deck out front of our new place. So far we’ve been here 3 weeks and nobody has ripped it off. I mean if someone REALLY wants to take a patio set then by all means but honestly a FLOWER POT?
Cliff: FIG THE INFIDELS!
Shaun: I know. It’s more baffling than it is angering, and it’s plenty angering. Who the fuck steals a flower pot? Really?
Oh my goodness… I just looked at my post count this year. 16 posts in 2010. Hm… might need to pump that up somehow. maybe a summer blogging challenge or something like that.
Jeez, its unbelievable thinking there are people lurking around waiting to take your flower pot? Seriously? Although in St. Albert Gazette recently someone wrote about having his kids play house taken from his back yard.
I have no idea what makes people tick anymore.
In Chicago we had someone steal our welcome mat (I know it must have been stolen because it was pretty flat to just blow away). Someone also stole the ladder from our back yard, it was one of those extendable foldable ones and I could see how someone might figure it was worth stealing, but a welcome mat? And to cap things off, my last night in the house I put the odds and ends we weren’t taking in the alley, probably signifying that we were moving away, and while I was driving back to Canada the next day someone broke in (but was scared off by the alarm). I guess we really weren’t in the best of neighborhoods. Well, our street was nice but we were a block away from a row of apartments and a liquor store, and you know that can’t be great for keeping the deadbeats away.