Let’s try this out… “Bartender, give me a Sidewalk Asshole on the rocks, with a shot of vodka.”
It works, I endorse it.
Or you could call it an Arnold Palmer (hopefully I’m not being wooshed).
Well known enough that there was even a Sports Center commercial for it.
You got a citation for leaves on your lawn? Sounds kinda draconian, that one, and most definitely wouldn’t have gone over too well with some of my clients, who use leaves as lawn mulch.
Is there room for compromise? How about “Sidewalk AceHole”?
I doubt anyone is handing out citations for leaves on the lawn a few days after they fall, so how long were the leaves on his lawn? A carpet of soggy, decomposing leaves half way through November isn’t exactly what people mean when they say they they want to use their leaves as lawn mulch. They need to be mowed over to chop them up when they are dry so the mulch can work it’s way down to the soil.
There quite a few wise-asses posting in this thread. Just saying.
Are you referring to the people who solved the perplexing mystery about what a sidewalk is on the side of?
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
RIP, Shel Silverstein.
We have a sidewalk and old bushes. But the two are nowhere near each other. Every house I can see has bushes around the house, a front lawn, then sidewalk. So people near you plant presumably tall, droopy bushes right next to the sidewalk, then they have a front lawn, then more bushes near the house? Sounds cluttered to me. Don’t the “sidewalk hedges” block their view of the street?
Half the socializing I do is to sit on the front porch, and nod at the neighbors walking by*. So I’m looking over a window box of flowers, and bushes (“foundation planting”). Then it’s a clear view to the sidewalk and street.
*Excuse me, almost 5 here, gotta get my Cointreau and Coke ready for porch sittin’.
Nope. Not that.
Before I answer, are we talking about a picture of your bush or your tool?
You city folks and sidewalks. I been to a city, once. Seen a few sidewalks too in my day.
Here in Washington, he could call it a pothole.
Indeed, and definitely lazy of me to not elucidate accordingly. (and, btw, is exactly how it’s done with said clients) (and also, perhaps, not A3Hunter’s approach to it)
I’ll wager those folks are going for privacy.
As you’re hanging out, I hope you don’t go giving any joggers the “it’s a sidewalk, asshole!” business.
You must be a hot, smokin’ banjo player. 
Like, I’d be on my porch playing banjo? Hell, no, I like my neighbors. I’m pouring Cointreau, Monkey Shoulder, and Brandy ‘n’ Cokes for passersby tonight.
Coulda said, “I got yer tool, right here”.
I want to walk by your house!
We have pretty nice sidewalks here, no encroaching bushes, nice and even. We even have nicely groomed overhanging trees that give shade and attract birds. The birds sing and chirp and cheep and poop without a care in the world. They build nests and raise families that also poop randomly on people and/or dogs walking under them. Some of the birds build their nests in the lower branches, then get upset that people and/or dogs are walking 15 feet under their nests and attack said people and/or dogs.
Some birds have even learned that the target of their rage do not like to be pooped on. You haven’t lived until you are try to walk 2 greyhounds and a huge puppy under their nesting area. For some reason, I get much more offended by directed poop than random poop, so the birds have won. We go the long way to the dog park.
Both are visely clearable.