Damnation of the Leaf Blowerman
Dear leaf blower man,
Every Wednesday morning, you unleash your giant Conair mere steps
away from my livingroom window. It bellows an eardrum-smashing shrill that
reverberates throughout every square foot of my 2-room box.
This week, I watched you YOU with your headphones, goggles, and a
steel expression that is unbroken. You become absorbed in your
task pretending not to notice the innocent passerby who attempts to
escape the blast of your fiery air. You strangely lose all sensitivity
to the well being of those around you, becoming almost
non-human....becoming one with your machine.
I see how you hide your flesh under dark, baggy overalls...blowing
leaves to and fro...getting nowhere in the scheme of things. Those
leaves will return or settle in the yard of another who will be left to
endure your wrath. And you know the game, leaf blower man. Someone will
hire you or another of your kind to blow their leaves...but on a
different day. Perhaps a Tuesday, a Thursday, or perhaps even a Monday.
And our neighborhood will be taken over and subjected to your torturo
us
squealÖand torn away from us will be the peace and tranquility of our
suburban mornings. Stop the madness, leaf blower man. PleaseÖ.destroy your evil machine
and get a broom, damn you. Damn you! Damn you leaf blower man! DAMN YOU
TO HELL!!! |
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