Lunchtime reading

Two weeks ago, while mowing the grass, I left a bit on Lawn Nazi's driveway. Sure I could've used up even more gas and ran the lawn mower down his driveway like he does when he mows his grass but I figured in a day or two it would have blown away or whatever individual blades of grass do when they are no longer rooted to the ground. It wasn't like there were piles of it and we do sweep after trimming the bush that runs along side of his driveway. Besides, I like these little jabs at him from all these years of snowblowing at 5 a.m. on a Saturday, coming into our fenced in backyard when no one is home, walking over our grass while we are trying to rehabilitate it which no one would dare do that to him, etc.

Last week when my neighbor on the other side of me who was watching Hooch while we were in Chicago, returned our house key, she told me that the Lawn Nazi came up to them that evening after I mowed the grass and asked 'What would you do if you found grass on your driveway?' Neighbor Dan replied by saying that he would get a broom. She responded by saying that at least now, he had something to do rather than wash his car for the 10th time that week. I guess you could say he's the Rodney Dangerfield of the neighborhood.

Today, I found this article which gives tips on handling nasty neighbors. The beauty of the Lawn Nazi is that he probably won't ever bring up the fact that I leave a few blades of grass on his driveway directly to me or Big A. It's kind of sad to see that being so near death as he was over the winter had absolutely no impact on him at least when it comes to those small things. I have yet to hear him curse at his wife though.