When I got home yesterday, my yard and pond were full of yellow papers. I was mad. Normally, it seems like all the trash in the neighborhood blows onto my lawn. This time, the trash had a single origin: a nearby clothing store. The papers were advertisements for their store. I had intended to name the store and say unflattering things about it on the internet, but it hardly has a presence in cyberspace, so if anyone searched for it, all they would see is my angry words. I will let them be anonymous jerks. And as I think about it, the right thing to do would be to call them up and tell them I’m displeased, rather than shouting it to the world. Maybe they hired some kid and he did it wrong or something.
But I’m still mad about the papers.