Rogue Gardener

I see a woman walking ahead of me. She seems like your typical pedestrian. Then suddenly, she darts off the sidewalk an onto someone’s lawn.

I watch as she pulls three weeds from the bushes. She tosses them down and steps back onto the sidewalk.

We look at each other, and maybe she feels like she’s caught or something, so she offers a simple explanation.

“Weeds,” she says. “They’re a menace.”

She walks away without another word.

It’s too bad I didn’t get her card. My building could use a new gardener.

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