So I just got back into town after a week’s vacation. I had a pretty good time on it, saw a lot of things, had some fun.
I get home and I find that my water has been shut off. This was especially strange since I paid the bill before I left. And I don’t mean, “I paid it and later went on vacation”; I mean I paid it on the way to the airport.
As it turns out someone turned a hose on in my backyard. A hose that was last used months ago. They turned it on and left it on the day that I went out of town running through thousands of gallons before the water company came out to shut it off.
So to the asshole who either thought it would by “hysterical” to flood my yard and run up a huge water bill I just wanted you to know that if I find out who you are I am going to go to your house, tie you face down in your bath tub, turn on the faucet, and let it run.
I’m about 75% sure I’ll be able to get a pass from the water company on it. There’s always oddball factors and they caught it after what sounds like one day. That doesn’t make something enjoyable to come home to.
Hell, you don’t remember when you were six years old? Anything not locked down, electrified, or guarded by dobermans is pretty much fair game. Unless you watch them every second, they have a tendency to wander.
It’s a possibility in which case I may go for a wading pool option. On the other hand I’ve had my mailbox knocked in and wedged under my car so that it made the most lovely grinding noise when I left for work. It may be a “kid” but I don’t think the destructiveness that I’ve seen in my neighborhood is from someone who’s six (physically, at least).
Neighbors are unlikely, they were coming over to watch the cats and I got a very apologetic speech from her about missing the fact that the hose was on. Which there’s no reason they should have noticed given it was in the back yard and they were just coming into the kitchen at the front of the house to open a can of food.
I remember that when I was six, I knew well enough to stay in my own yard or my friends’ yards, because other people’s things were, get this, other people’s. Of course, I also had parents who taught me to respect other people, so YMMV.
