Someone PLEASE explain to me how it is sensible for someone to get out a commercial mower and commence to grass-cutting around an apartment building that houses not one, not two, not five, but FIFTEEN families with preschool children at SIX FORTY-FIVE IN THE MORNING??????
And then, while you're at it, tell me please why it somehow is perfectly logical to then weed-whack around said apartment building for nearly an hour, all before 8am?
I'm tired. I'm going to bed. I'm praying for MUCH rain tonight so there's no way anybody can wake up my three-year-old, two-year-old, nine-month-old, and the six-week-old baby who lives downstairs.
UPDATE: Day 2 of ridiculously-timed landscape maintenance, August 8, 2007. SWEET JUSTICE! The rain continued till 7:30am and the mowing commenced at 7:45. At 7:57, our rude mower guy got his just desserts--a rogue rock (or toy, shoe, whatever it was is no longer discernable) completely disabled his high-powered lawnmower!