...i'm old. ;_;

[wordinista]

I just totally pulled a "GET OFF MY DAMN LAWN."

About six or eight neighborhood kids were playing on and around the dock in our backyard.  Lots of screaming, lots of generally being little asshats. 

The dogs? Going ballistic.

Me?  TIRED OF THE DOGS OF THE DOGS GOING BALLISTIC.  So I peeked out back and saw the above scene.

Me: "OH, HELL NO."

So I went out back.  "Excuse me!  Is this yours? Any of it?"

"....no."

"Then what are you doing? GO PLAY IN YOUR OWN  YARD."

Then one girl pipes up with, "Well, my uncle said..."

"I. Don't. Care.  Did he ask me?  No."



I totally "get off my damned lawn"d them.

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[w0rdinista.livejournal.com]

It's even more complicated than that -- we rent the property, so it would have actually fallen on our landlord (who is actually quite nice, all things considered).

I swear, the next time this happens? I'm walking them home and having a word with their uncle. I mean, I GET it. We live in Florida, where canal-front property is plentiful, and it's totally a kid-magnet, what with the turtles and frogs and minnows and manatees (and occasional aligator, yes), but for crying out loud, why is it suddenly OKAY for kids to play and scream and carry on (THEY WERE STANDING ON THE FRONT OF THE BOAT. I MEAN. WHAT?) in the yard of a complete stranger? I COULD HAVE BEEN A PEDOPHILE. OR A CANNIBAL. OR SOMETHING.