Sometimes, like this morning, I get a little annoyed with my neighbors that I do not even know.
Most of them are farmers, if not all. They raise cattle and as most do; they still have jobs in town. One, I know not who seems to finish his Bud Light as he rounds the corner and tosses his empty cans out the window as he passes by our property. Another must be addicted to Mountain Dew, I see empty 16 ounce plastic bottles along the road all the time. And then there are all the farmers who toss their empty feed sacks in the back of their trucks, which seem to find their way into the ditch along my property as they wiz by. This morning there was one on the road and two in the ditch. I do not know why this happens, but I know they know what they are doing and they are too lazy to toss the empty sacks into their own trash cans. They just let them fly out the back of their trucks wherever they roam.
I am getting old and cranky and I hope I never get to the point where I am sitting by the side of the road with the 12 gage waiting for one of my mischievous neighbors to dump his trash along my property so I can unload some double ot buck on his truck. That would be a sad day for both of us, more him than me, but I am getting a little pissed off.
