Okay. So, most everyone knows that I crashed my bike on Friday and spent the afternoon in the e.r. because my arm wouldn't work quite right. It's fine, I'm fine, just bruises and scrapes. But, I will have the collective 'you' know that I am pissed and here's why. Later that same evening, I drove home to see that the slimy water puddle that had caused my wreck was gone....as in dried up. Hmmmm, I thought to myself. How did the water get there and WHY was it in that particular location? (Yes, I did read a lot of Nancy Drew, thank you very much). I went through a couple of scenarios; some even contained a conspiracy theory or two. After realizing that Lance Armstrong is most likely not intimated by my riding prowess enough to sabotage me with the ol' algae on the sidewalk trick, I came to the next logical conclusion. Old Mr. What's-his-face at the top of the hill must have been watering his daffodils. Again. "How does algae grow on a sidewalk though, you ask? I always thought algae grew on ponds." That's easy. The old coot is ALWAYS watering his daffodils/grass/rock garden...... Anyway, I have half a mind to march up there with a copy of "An Inconvenient Truth," and tell him that not only is he responsible for the displacement of polar bears and penguins, but his watering addiction gave me a black-eye and a really nasty attitude. Ha-rumph!
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