Some time ago, a person who lives in my building complained to building management about the beach umbrellas I keep to protect my plants when the temperature gets too hot. The complaint went nowhere. But the person kept jabbering about how the umbrellas were dangerous, saying that they could be knocked down by the wind and hit someone below (mind you, my umbrella stands are tied down to the rails). The person also suggested that my umbrellas make the building look ugly. A few weeks after the complaint was made, the person asked me for a cutting from my passion flower plant. I said no. Last week, I shared some of my tomato, sunflower, and black-eyed Susan seeds with a few of my neighbors. The complainer heard about it, and asked me if they could have some. I said no.
(in life and ink),
rebel against hypocrisy.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #31: Genuine Ink.