We live in your garden variety type Florida neighborhood. Palm trees and flamingos dot most well manicured lawns.
And because we’re rebels, we don’t have any palm trees, and we’re not all that manicured. In fact, we wouldn’t know when to mow if it weren’t for the tersely worded letter we receive at semi-regular intervals from the Homeowner’s Association.
Which we immediately file in the circular file.
There is a rather pinched-faced elderly woman who has been appointed as The Lawn Police. She drives the streets slowly in her 3-ton Cadillac, peering over her spectacles, and stopping only to take notes.
I make it a point to be friendly and wave.
Anyhoo. I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not, but it’s election season. How do I know? My sweet homeschooling neighbor a few doors down placed a “Vote for McCain” sign on their front lawn.
Then, I noticed that, directly across the street, at a particularly well kept house occupied by two gentlemen, a “Vote for Obama” sign appeared.
Now, theirs is an impressive lawn, let me tell you. Each blade of grass is never out of place. The bushes are topiaried and well trimmed. In spiral and sphere shapes. There is a beautifully lit fountain out front, which looks and sounds like someone is peeing. But, it could just be me. Since I lean toward the gutter anyway.
Within a few days, both signs had been moved down toward each respective sidewalk. Facing one another. Sort of representative of a silent debate.
Today, as I pulled out of my driveway, I noticed that someone had switched the signs completely. The Obama sign graced the homeschooler’s lawn, while McCain made a more conservative statement planted in the lawn of the tree triming liberals. (I’m just guessing, but they may have soiled their own lawn when they noticed the swap.)
Kudos to the pranksters. A BRILLIANT SHOW OF REBELLION.
I wish I’d thought of it.
Unfortunately though, later in the evening, I noticed that the signs were back in their respective yards, facing off once again.
And as it turns dark, I just may ready myself in some black attire, and sneak down a few houses to, you know, mix things up a bit.
The word you’re looking for is delinquent.
Have a great weekend, y’all!