We dealt with the ripped up sidewalk and the rain delays to finally get a sidewalk partially poured in front of the newspaper late last week.
But that wasn’t the end of the story.
The day they poured it some dumb-dumb delivery person walked on our concrete leaving foot prints in the new concrete for eternity.
But that wasn’t good enough for our out of place delivery person.
They had to twirl around and leave two big circular scuff marks right in front of our door.
Not the brightest bulb on the strand.
Thanks a lot...for nothing.
We had a visiting priest from Nigeria last Sunday and he had some interesting statistics.
He reported Nigeria has 250 million people and is the geographic size of the state of Texas that has a population of around 30 million currently.
That’s a bunch of people crammed into that area.
Skunks, dogs, cats, squirrels dead or alive you can call animal control and they’ll pick ‘em up.
But don’t call about a dead snake.
That’s where animal control draws a line in the sand.
We had one in the parking lot of church on Sunday right in the spot where Gracie normally parks.
She had to move over one spot to the east.
Thinking I could earn a brownie point, I called the police department dispatch on Monday morning to get rid of the smelly reptile.
But alas I was told animal control will not pick up dead snakes.
“You’ll have to call an exterminator,” the dispatcher told me.
I had no idea, but now I know.
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