The other day, a shocking discovery was made. I say this while using passive voice, because we're still not sure who made it or what it was. Regarding the garden, however, we discovered that the parkinglotgarden sign had been removed.
I'm not going to point fingers, but Mark did it. Actually, I don't know who Mark is. I was just throwing that out there to make him feel guilty if there was someone named Mark that actually participated in the vandalism.
Before we go into the gory details, let me give you a brief history of Vandalism. The term originated in 455 AD when the East Germanic tribe, called the Vandals, sacked Rome. The term stuck, carrying with it a connotation of senseless destruction.
Now I don't want to insult anyone's family history, or harass them for attending a certain school (University of Idaho), but was this not a senseless act of destruction?
Where once stood a beautifully hand-crafted (on a machine) sign now sits a hopeless residue of glue, exposed on the brick face like the Emperor in his new clothes. Discovered at the scene of the crime was a shovel, which now sits in custody along with the candlestick, revolver, and Colonel Mustard.
I was raised by a mother that taught me to respect the property of others. I suspect that those who did this were not raised by mothers, but by vandals (either that or by Tasmanian Devils). Yes, the lineage has continued through the ages, bringing with it an inherited mutual disrespect for property. For these raised without mothers (not sure how the line passed on without them, but we'll leave that for a different discussion), we will now cover the basics.
Consider yourself motherized.
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