If it is possible to laugh out loud and use profane language at the same time is the best description of my reaction to the above notice found on my front door this afternoon. Apparently the kind folks running our city have a different opinion of the merits of our newly installed picket fence. In case the picture isn't too clear, we have been told we have 14 days to move our fence 8 feet from the curb for "city right of way". Huh? Excuse Me? What about citing the house down the street that has a old dump truck in the front lawn (literally) or the one with livestock running around the yard (yes, real chickens) or he could fill a whole afternoon visiting the houses with numerous dead cars on cinderblocks in the driveway. I don't want to get my dear neighbors in trouble, but COME ON! I have so many other things to do in these next two weeks (like HAVE A BABY!) than figure out how to appeal the most bizarre "courtesy notice" I have ever seen. ...to be continued.
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