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One of the few nice things about my north Texas lawn is that I have a pear tree. An actual pear tree which produces really nice, really big pears. It always made me a smash around the office when, in mid to late October, I'd bring in about 3 or 4 paper bags filled with freshly plucked and rinsed pears.
No doubt, a lot of people felt right-at-home plucking pears from the tree. I knew this had been happening previous falls when I was working, but I never actually saw it and blamed the kids from the near-by high school. One week, there was a nice supply, the next week or two, the tree gets plucked clean. It's never really bothered me too much.
Being unemployed right now and having the opportunity to watch the afternoon world from my front windows rather than a cubicle window, I never realized how many people feel completely at ease coming onto the property and just taking as many as they can hold. A very nice sedan (Saturn or something like that- I don't know cars to well) drove down the street on Mon. morning, stopped and paused, backed up and then idled in front of my house while the driver (attractively dressed in heels and a ladies business suit) scampers onto the lawn and grabs a few and runs back to the car. Three neighbors have done this also. Adults. Parents. Even a fellow parishoner (gasp!).
Not being an aggresive person, the tact I've been taking this season is simply to pop my head out of the front door and say something to the effect of, "It'll be a few more weeks until they're fully ripe", or, "Make sure you wash those when you get home, I don't who else has been touching those...". For me, it's just my passive-aggressive little way of telling them, "You're busted, lady."
But I hadn't seen any of the school kids do this. Zero. Nada. They walk by after school and do the same stuff my friends and I did when we walked home frm school- knocking books out of each other's hands, froggin each other, etc. But not one instance of a child 'scoring' a few pears. And I really have been blaming it on the kids all this time!
So imagine my surprise when on Thurs, two young lads from the school knocked on my door and politely asked if they could have one pear each from the tree (of course I said yes). Then on Fri, three young girls did the precise same thing. Thirty minutes ago, two grade-school age girls knocked on the door and asked if they could
*buy*(!) two pears from me. I told them take two each each for free, wash them when you get home and make sure you tell your parents, blah, blah, blah.
Anyways, I guess what I'm trying (desperately unsuccesfully) to advertise to all the school-aged posters on DU is: You're not near as bad as we (semi-adults) make you out to be and if you want a pear, just ask and teach us a lesson.
(Hey, whadya want for nuttin'? The Dallas game's kinda boring and I'm on day six of not smoking... I gotta do something...lol)
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