Weed Man Becomes the Waste
Our kitchen window overlooks the street. This morning, through the California shutters, I saw two yellow & green uniformed “Weed Men” arrive on our front lawn. One holds a spray gun, the other is armed with a device almost identical to the one I used previously to get rid of dandelions.
With two other members of our family around, I started to think out loud: If they handle the dandelions manually, what is the use of the potion they spray on the lawn? Is he going to stay for a couple of hours digging like I did a couple of weeks ago? I am willing to pay him for digging out dandelions. Oh, I know. They just want to dig out some dandelions close to the curb for appearance. It’s not nice to have healthy grown up weeds surrounding their little after service notice, or another word, sign of advertisement.
The husband laughed at my talking to myself. “You are really enjoying yourself, uh?” To make it even more fun, I went in to get two shots from my study room. Shot One shows the guy digging. Shot Two, less than one minute later, the other guy came to spray, the same spot. The next minute, both of them were gone, leaving an invoice in the mail box. I went out, “Did you spray my backyard?” The answer was yes. Seriously, it takes longer for the rain to fall down. “You stayed for 2 minutes.” They said they spent 7 minutes. And they sprayed our property a size of a football field if not bigger. What about the other side of hedges? I think not.
Back from dropping Sienna off, I went online and paid their bill. The next, I called up the company and canceled the service. Not a word of complaint was mentioned. I don’t complain when it’s neither necessary nor fun.
With two other members of our family around, I started to think out loud: If they handle the dandelions manually, what is the use of the potion they spray on the lawn? Is he going to stay for a couple of hours digging like I did a couple of weeks ago? I am willing to pay him for digging out dandelions. Oh, I know. They just want to dig out some dandelions close to the curb for appearance. It’s not nice to have healthy grown up weeds surrounding their little after service notice, or another word, sign of advertisement.
The husband laughed at my talking to myself. “You are really enjoying yourself, uh?” To make it even more fun, I went in to get two shots from my study room. Shot One shows the guy digging. Shot Two, less than one minute later, the other guy came to spray, the same spot. The next minute, both of them were gone, leaving an invoice in the mail box. I went out, “Did you spray my backyard?” The answer was yes. Seriously, it takes longer for the rain to fall down. “You stayed for 2 minutes.” They said they spent 7 minutes. And they sprayed our property a size of a football field if not bigger. What about the other side of hedges? I think not.
Back from dropping Sienna off, I went online and paid their bill. The next, I called up the company and canceled the service. Not a word of complaint was mentioned. I don’t complain when it’s neither necessary nor fun.
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