"For immediate release," said the public relations e-mail. That was three weeks ago. I like to let them know who's boss.
Now that a decent amount of time has passed, let's check out this breathless, vital information. Ah, it was a survey conducted by a company that hooks up homeowners with contractors, and it concerned the top five complaints people make about their neighbors.
If you're thinking, "It's August, and he still has Christmas lights on the washing machine in his front yard" type complaints, well, it seems they surveyed a rather persnickety crowd. Here are their top gripes:
1. "Being too loud." I wouldn't know; we live under the approach to the airport. The neighbors could spend the evening demolishing pianos with jackhammers and we'd never know.
2. "Not picking up after pets." I figure that if it's in their yard, it's none of my business, unless there's so much my stucco erodes when the wind blows the wrong way.
The real complaint is when they pick it up and put it in your trash, like someone who drops off the dog in the country and says, "It'll find a good home." There's nothing so irritating as opening the lid and getting punched in the snout by eau de offal and it's not from your dog. Before we put our trash cans in a small shed, I used to bring a broom to poke off the buzzards.
This keep-your-dog-droppings-to-yourself rule applies even if you come across one of those contractor's garbage bins the size of a boxcar sitting on the street, filled with rubbish. There's usually a sign forbidding anything but construction detritus; this means that you have to pantomime seeing someone down the block so you can pretend to wave when you're really flipping your dog-waste bag into the container.
Or so I'm, er, told.