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A whinge and a sprayer
The creatures who work for Weed Man are presumptively Epsilon-Minus Semi-Morons. Or they wouldn't work at spraying toxic chemicals all over the place.
They are demonstrably illiterate. Or they wouldn't have sprayed their crap all over my lawns last autumn, because they would have read the street sign right by my driveway, and would have gone looking for the correct street a block and a half away. Several of my friends and colleagues have had similar problems with them: stubborn attempts to spray where they are not merely unwanted but abhorred.
So how do I keep these damn kids off my lawn?
Also, the creatures who work for Springmaster are the worst infestation of street spammers this city has seen in years. Possibly ever. I don't want them around either.
They are demonstrably illiterate. Or they wouldn't have sprayed their crap all over my lawns last autumn, because they would have read the street sign right by my driveway, and would have gone looking for the correct street a block and a half away. Several of my friends and colleagues have had similar problems with them: stubborn attempts to spray where they are not merely unwanted but abhorred.
So how do I keep these damn kids off my lawn?
Also, the creatures who work for Springmaster are the worst infestation of street spammers this city has seen in years. Possibly ever. I don't want them around either.