The other day I wrote about someone throwing a burrito over the wall. After the initial anger at having trash thrown into my yard, it made for a funny story.
Today I wasn't laughing any more. I was working in the driveway when I heard some kids come out of the side door of the school and a man was talking to them. They walked out to the playground and I heard a thunk as something came over the wall . It sounded just like a wad of gum hitting the truck, and I knew I'd have to get that off right away before it became a gooey mess in the hot sun.
I looked at the truck and found someone had tossed a chunk of cookie over the wall. Enough already.
I walked around to the school gate and found a worker inside the gym. They're having vacation Bible school there this week, and she's one of the administrators. I told her what happened and said I was getting pretty upset about it since it's the second time this week and it's completely unacceptable.
"When did this happen?" she asked.
"Less than five minutes ago. I walked right over after it happened. They came out of the side door, tossed this over my wall and went into the playground."
As I turned to leave, a man and some young teenagers came around from the playground.
"What have you been doing?" she asked him.
His response? "You don't really want to know."
As Bruce Willis says in The Fifth Element, "wrong answer!"
I was already walking away and didn't hear the conversation, but I would imagine she was giving him grief about both his disrespectful answer to her and also about throwing stuff over the wall.
I like to think there's some justice in the world and that people get what they deserve. I'm idealistic that way.
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