Apropos of nothing kidney related...
There's a house in the neighborhood that's been for sale for a while. So long, in fact, that I attended an open house there pre- Covid. If I recall correctly, the weather was warm when I toured the house, so it had to have been about a year ago.
It finally sold. The new owners built a nice new deck to the side of the house. And they added a Trump campaign sign on the lawn in front of it.
They aren't common in my neighborhood. Biden/Harris signs are everywhere. And it's no great secret to anyone who knows me that I'm not a Trump fan, even if my yard hasn't got a political affiliation.
But, hey. People are entitled to put up their campaign signs, and, in my opinion, they are entitled to have their signs left unmolested by others who disagree with them.
But as I was passing, I noticed that someone had made a statement, as it were, about the sign. Right in front of it was a large, bright blue pooper-scooper bag full of doggy doo.
As a political statement, I had to admit, I agreed. And it made me laugh out loud.
But it took about 10 seconds for me to do the math on it. Do I really want my new neighbors "welcomed" to the neighborhood in this way? And do I, in my heart of hearts, really feel that level of disrespect for the political process?
I added the bag to ones I was already carrying and finished my walk.
DeeDee
PS I'm not at all ashamed that I laughed. I'd've laughed if it was in front of a Biden/Harris sign, although I doubt anyone would have had a red bag handy for that.
No comments:
Post a Comment