Go tell them you need them to do a better job at clearing your doormat. That should keep them from coming within 50 feet of your doormat from here on out.
This is the doormat that Charlie gave me, which he made while in rehab, waiting for his knees to heal enough so he could use them again. (A car hit him and his friend as they were crossing the road in a crosswalk, and broke both of Charlie’s knees and one of the other guy’s.) It’s one of those that look like pieces of tire tread. (Rubber stuff.)
The first time the “Lawn Service” came after I moved in, they managed to lose one of the little “wedges” (for lack of a better term.) They keep blowing it around the stoop and I’ve told Chuck about the loss of the piece, and that I don’t want them on my stoop. Period. I don’t think I’ll ever find that piece again. Maybe I should bring it in and worry about whether the door can shut or not... :o|