We have a beautiful view out the back windows of our home. Since we live right at the edge of a recently developed complex, we happen to look out on a farming/orchard property. For over a month now, however, our view has been marred by an ugly Dollar Tree plastic bag that had somehow floated into our neighbor's back yard and ended up stuck, hanging from a tree branch. We have wonderful neighbors (I assume they're wonderful, anyway), so I was sure they'd spend the five seconds it would take to walk out to their backyard, reach up and grab it. But days.. then weeks.. went by and nothing happened. They even mowed their lawn during the span.
Meanwhile, seeing the little plastic bag hanging there day after day began to increasingly feel like underwear that was uncomfortably stuck up my crotch. And to take the analogy a little further, in the same way that you just can't suddenly reach down into your pants and adjust your boxers when you're in public, a hanging bag didn't seem to rise to a level that justified a neighborly visit either.
Well, in the true American spirit, I took the law into my own hands this morning. As I was out walking my dog this morning along the sidewalk that runs behind our homes, I brought with me a long wooden pole. And reaching over their back, brick wall, I poked, twisted, and tugged the damned plastic bag out of the tree. It took multiple attempts, and the weathered bag shredded into stubborn polyethylene strips, but I got that sucker. And unless my neighbors were peeking out their back windows at 6:45 this morning, I did it without affecting our orderly, suburban, neighborly relations. It was a great start to my day!
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