Random Acts of Violence

Last Saturday and Sunday Libs and I worked on our front garden. I dug a trench and put in edging, libs dumped two huge bags of dirt and we did some planting. The pièce de resistance was a four pack of solar lights we picked up.

We were very pleased with ourselves and what we'd accomplished. The yard wasn't finished by any stretch, but it was started. And it looked nice.

Well, this evening, I stepped out front to throw out some garbage and noticed the lights weren't there. One was, but the rest weren't. Oh no, wait, there was a tidy pile of them with the solar panel on the side of the garden. Oh no, wait, it's not a tidy pile, it's a broken, twisted, mangled pile.

Way to go, teenaged passersby that decided that my stuff was worth trashing. Congratulations on fueling the suspicion I already harbor towards my fellow man. Thank you SO MUCH for allowing us to waste fifty dollars that gave us that little bit of happiness. You've given us so much and we got you nothing at all. Nothing but a cheap thrill on a Wednesday night. Wooooo, bunch of big guys, trashing some poor shlep's little doodad less than a week after he got it. Getting wasted on mom's peach schnappes and running around breaking stuff must feel so great. God, I wish I'd caught you. It would have been worth it happening just to catch you. (thanks, John Travolta in Pulp Fiction for the inspiration in the line). I own a bat specifically for people like you.

From Canadian Tire's website


From our front yard



Thanks again, asses.