Waking up I noticed that someone had rearranged the sidewalk blocks in front of the house. Their order had been reversed, left end now on the right. A few had been rotated in different directions. But one sidewalk block had been flipped upside down. Completely upside down. Whoever did it neatly replaced the slabs and reset the cement between them. They even returned the green weeds sprouting between sections 3 and 4. They did a terrific job. But I could tell that the slab 6 had been flipped upside down because stuck to the bottom of it, now the top and now exposed to the world and its judging eyes, was the last of the forged autographed portraits of Kermit the Frog I was selling last year. Obviously someone isn't interested in letting me and all of my christian neighbors forget about all that.

Waking up I noticed that someone had rearranged the sidewalk blocks in front of the house. Their order had been reversed, left end now on the right. A few had been rotated in different directions. But one sidewalk block had been flipped upside down. Completely upside down.

Whoever did it neatly replaced the slabs and reset the cement between them. They even returned the green weeds sprouting between sections 3 and 4. They did a terrific job. But I could tell that the slab 6 had been flipped upside down because stuck to the bottom of it, now the top and now exposed to the world and its judging eyes, was the last of the forged autographed portraits of Kermit the Frog I was selling last year.

Obviously someone isn’t interested in letting me and all of my christian neighbors forget about all that.

Chris Weagel

Chris Weagel writes about the intersection of technology and parenting for Wired Magazine. No he doesn't. He can't stand that shit.

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  • You know, you never did deliver my copy of that autographed Kermit the Frog portrait! And now I discover that you HID IT UNDER A SLAP OF SIDEWALK? The nerve… I should sue.