Texas Flood...

The water main in the street broke again last night, the sixth time this year on our street. Everyone gets a taste of the carnage left before the maintenance crew gets out to shut off the water. Our neighbors from Texas are an interesting study. They lost part of their driveway during one break. Water has been a problem for them lately… backed-up drain field from runoff from the hill. They sit on their deck and bark things like:

I’m billing the association for my gravel.
Better move that truck before it’s under water.
Next time we’ll call a realtor instead of maintenance.
It’s gonna get worse, you’ll see.
It’s going into your yard next.
You guys are next, we should sue.

Other statements I’ve logged the last two years:

We gotta get that sumbitch before gas prices hit $1.50.
That $300 assessment for water line repair is illegal and I ain’t payin’.
I’m getting a lawyer, somebody is getting sued.
You better call the neighbors, their drain field is leaking down hill.
They’re doing that all wrong.
Hey, we should clean up that dead possum off the road.

… all this from the stance of armchair quarterbacking. Misery loves company, right?
George Bush is from Texas, right?