Snow grinches

[bhskittykatt]

One of Hubby's posts lately is at a guard shack at a gated community. I went to pick him up, and was early, and he let me in the shack to warm up. At which point, I heard his shift relief reading over the previous entries in the log book, and laughing at one.

Some residents complained that kids were sledding down a hill near their house, and it was disturbing them.

They weren't in their yard, they were just near the yard of the complainants. They were just kids being kids, enjoying their snow day. And someone wanted the security patrol to go out and tell them to stop.

Well, security was "delayed" due to the road conditions, and by the time they got there, the kids were gone. Something tells me security wasn't in a hurry to tell the kids to stop playing.

[Der Cute]

Kind of like this? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MjGPBLdRfww

[wraiths_crono]

Heh, I heard someone yelling at my daughter for riding her bike 'near' her yard. Not in just near it.. Some people just can not let kids be kids can they...

[Pixilated]

Wow, some people really need to get a life. Not to mention a deflated sense of entitlement!

[blas]

These people have no idea what it's like to have honest to gosh unsupervised evil kids nearby them. Like the offspring of the unemployed drug addicts around here, who go into any old parking lot of any old apartment complex(es) and throw rocks at cars, play in the garbage, try to hop the fences to play in the pools, run up and down the stairwells, pull fire alarms....

[Mamochan]

Pull the main breaker for a apartment complex... (my brother did that not me....)

[Shalom]

Pull the main breaker for a apartment complex... (my brother did that not me....)

This reminds me . . .

Quoting Kipling's Stalky & Co.:

They were throwing pebbles on the top of the gasometer, and the grimy gas man in charge bade them desist. They watched him oil a turncock sunk in the ground between two furze bushes.

"Cokey, what's that for?" said Stalky.

"To turn the gas on to the kitchens," said Cokey. "If so be I didn't turn her on, yeou young gen'lemen 'ud be larnin' your book by candlelight."

"Um," said Stalky, and was silent for at least a minute.

<later that day . . . >

They halted, blown and breathless, in the furze at the back of the gasometer, the College lights twinkling below, ten minutes at least late for tea and lock-up.

"It's no good," puffed McTurk. "Bet a bob Foxy is waiting for defaulters under the lamp by the Fives Court. It's a nuisance, too, because the Head gave us long leave, and one doesn't like to break it."

" 'Let me now from the bonded ware'ouse of my knowledge,' " began Stalky.

"Oh, rot! Don't Jorrock. Can we make a run for it?" snapped McTurk.

" 'Bishops' boots Mr. Radcliffe also condemned, an' spoke 'ighly in favor of tops cleaned with champagne an' abricot jam.' Where's that thing Cokey was twiddlin' this afternoon?"

They heard him groping in the wet, and presently beheld a great miracle. The lights of the Coastguard cottages near the sea went out; the brilliantly illuminated windows of the Golf-club disappeared, and were followed by the frontages of the two hotels. Scattered villas dulled, twinkled, and vanished. Last of all, the College lights died also. They were left in the pitchy darkness of a windy winter's night.

" 'Blister my kidneys. It is a frost. The dahlias are dead!' " said Stalky. "Bunk!"

They squattered through the dripping gorse as the College hummed like an angry hive and the dining-rooms chorused, "Gas! gas! gas!" till they came to the edge of the sunk path that divided them from their study. Dropping that ha-ha like bullets, and rebounding like boys, they dashed to their study, in less than two minutes had changed into dry trousers and coat, and, ostentatiously slippered, joined the mob in the dining-hall, which resembled the storm-centre of a South American revolution.