Yes please, no thanks
I don't want to touch that.
Let me tell you what I did to get even...
Few summers ago, I was working for a reputable lawn maintainable firm. We would fill a rolling fertilizer spreader and go over the property, then pull out the long hose and spray a nasty weed killer.
Anyway, had this one jerk who lived in his fancy condo, with large fenced back yard. But the knucklehead, after being kindly reminded twice already, to please clean up your dog excremental mess, or I can't do my job.
The third visit I walked through the yard to check it out, and wouldn't you just know it, I got some dog crap on my boot. So final straw, I already knew I would never return, and he had just lost his lawn service from us for good.
To put it bluntly, I used his barbecue brush to clean off my boot. Yeah, I said it, got it off my chest.
Not to be forgiven, but enough was enough.
There is no clean end, not to this story. Right or wrong, I did not care.
Chas
