But did your fun have to involve me? Was it really necessary for you, whoever you are, to uproot every single sign on the street and toss them about like garbage?
You see, I've had enough trouble trying to sell this house without you getting in my way, you dreadful little vandals. If you like to pull things out of the ground so much, why don't you come over to my house and do some weeding? Oh, wait, that's probably too productive of an activity for you.
Thank goodness for the nice neighbor who not only called to tell me what had happened, but who also offered to let me borrow her post hole digger to fix the signs. Otherwise it would cost me money for a sign call, but I suppose I could have split that with the other agent who had two signs uprooted.
I suppose that annoying things like this need to happen so that the good of humanity can come through; in this case it was in the form of a good neighbor who cares about what happens on her street.
By the way, my sign is the same one that was hit and knocked down by a ricocheting raccoon on Halloween. I'm just having no luck keeping this sign up at all!