[kitkat]

***on your own property. Our church on Pajaro St. was almost ticketed for having the wrong flowers out front***

HUH? What kind of flowers did she have planted?

A few years ago, I was at the garden shop buying purple loosestrife plants which were sterile. They were approved by the liberals at Cornell as not being harmful to the environment.

Another customer got very upset. It didn't matter if the plants were sterile. She insisted that I was about to commit a crime against Mother Earth. She just would NOT shut up. No proof in the world would satisfy her. The environmentalists are so brain washed they're beyond accepting reason.

I bought the plants anyway.

[Fraulein]

I bought the plants anyway.

Good for you. There's nothing I hate more than an unsolicited finger-wagging lecture from some busybody stranger, particularly when the issue is so ridiculous.

[Scothia]

HUH? What kind of flowers did she have planted?

Just your normal, everyday annuals. Apparently Barney Fife of the Flower Patrol thought we'd use too much water for them and ordered us to pull them out.

Another customer got very upset. It didn't matter if the plants were sterile. She insisted that I was about to commit a crime against Mother Earth. She just would NOT shut up. No proof in the world would satisfy her.

True story: Construction worker guy I knew, whom I'll call Ed, was doing a job at a farm devoted to animal rights located outside of Watkins Glen, NY. (Yes, you read right: an animal rights farm. They "shelter" animals which are "liberated" from regular farms.)

He was minding his own business, when approached by one of the guys for whom this so-called rescue of animals is a religion. Conversation went like this:

Animal Rights loony, aggressive and sneering: "So, Mr. Construction Man, what are you having for dinner tonight, hmmmmm?"

Ed, trying hard not to punch out the pasty-faced hippie getting in his face: "Chickens. Two of 'em. Raw!!"