Xref: kermit uk.rec.gardening:205302


"Sacha" wrote in message
. uk...
: I'm sure everyone here who has ever been involved in a service industry
has
: their own horror stories to tell but my personal nastiest happened a
couple
: of days ago. Ray and I were walking down one of the paths when our dogs
: raced off, round a corner and started a lot of barking and general hurling
: of abuse. Sure enough, someone had brought a dog in. We decided to
ignore
: it 'just this once' until we realised that the dog was off the lead and by
: now causing something of a ruckus with ours. Both of us politely pointed
: out to this great slob of a yob and his vacuously grinning wife and child
: that there was a notice up saying "no dogs". They answered that they had
: come in via the churchyard where there is no notice because it's rarely
: used. Fair enough. So again, very nicely, I said to the man "I'm sorry
but
: we don't allow dogs in the nursery, please would you put yours back in
your
: car". He muttered something at me which I didn't hear and when I asked
him
: to repeat it, he turned and walked off back towards the church. I'd
noticed
: their dog was absolutely soaking wet but hadn't thought much of it until
we
: walked up past the fishpond and noticed huge puddles of water lying all
: around it, over the flagstones. I pointed this out to Ray and for the
first
: time in 5 years I saw my husband thoroughly lose his temper - he is the
most
: equable of men. He stormed after slob-yob and castigated him for so
: mistreating our home and thicko replied that the dog had really enjoyed
its
: swim, had probably eaten a couple of the goldfish, asked Ray how long he's
: had the nursery because 'it's really gone downhill since the last bloke
: left' (R has been here nearly 23 years and it wasn't a garden plant
: nursery!) He told Ray that I'd sworn at him - and honest, gentle reader I
: didn't - though now I wish I'd let fly with all the words I know and a few
: I'd made up and then, for some bizarre reason, aggressively asked Ray
: "wherejoo tek yer O levels then". Ray's answer was something to the
effect
: that this would have been in the Parachute Regiment, where he also learned
a
: lot about the effects of granite headstones on peoples' faces. Slob-yob
and
: family did a hasty about turn and beat it to their car.
: I've only just stopped seething about this and Ray still has the odd dark
: mutter - but I cannot begin to imagine what gets into people or where
their
: wits are, if they think this is any way to behave *anywhere*, let alone in
: someone else's garden! For a moment we were looking for the Candid
Camera,
: so astonished were we at this outrageous behaviour. Luckily, it's the
only
: time anything *quite* as nasty as this has happened and I hope it's the
: last!
: --
:

LOL, sounds like a perfectly normal yob family to me