Crazy, or Just Plain Mad?
Mark K August 17th, 2011
I tried a new coffee place the other day and was sitting outside drinking my coffee and reading a book in front of this planter and bike rack. After a few minutes a guy pulled up and hastily parked his bike, talking angrily to himself as he pulled out his ear buds. He grabbed a five gallon plastic bucket and headed for the planter and began deadheading flowers and removing dead plants.
I asked him what was wrong.
“They’ve got the wrong kind of plants here,” he spat out to no one in particular, “and they’re not taking care of the ones that survive!”
He darted about from one planter to the next.
“How hard would it be to connect to a hose bib and run a drip line out here?”
Two questions came to mind. 1) Was this guy actually in charge of maintaining the plants, or was he just a morally outraged citizen? and 2) Would he attack me with those garden shears if I were to suggest that his reaction were over-the-top?
Looking back on it, though, I have to kind of admire him for taking a stand on the proper care and treatment of ornamental flowers. Who am I to say he was crazy – I might become just as indignant when someone fries chicken in the cooking oil that ends up in my gas tank (more about that some other time).
Where do you draw a line in the sand (or the potting soil)? What drives you mad?
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What drove me mad last week? The @#$%!! at the Farmer’s Market who nearly broadsided my car to rob the parking spot I had been waiting for. No sense talking to her. I tried. As I drove away I considered a return to the scene of the crime. Was it worth it to 1.) slash her tire? 2.) key the rusty paint on her fender? 3.) lipstick her windshield? What would you have done?