OK, it is Friday and I am sitting in my living room, folding clothes and watching What Not to Wear (hoping to learn something?). We live in a townhouse at the very edge of the subdivision. There is a fence that separates us from another subdivision, and someone's backyard butts up to the fence.
So, as I am folding, I see something fly over the fence. It a paint can. The old man is throwing trash over the fence into my front yard. I go outside to pick it up because I am annoyed, but sure enough, it is Behr paint in "Fudge Bar'- the exact paint we used in the living room. I do not know how this can ended up in his yard, but I am confident this old man did not know it was ours- so why is he throwing trash over the fence? I am tempted to throw it back!
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