more of Step 3

Today the guys to fix the sprinkler system were here. That went fine. It was the neighbor that was a pain. They had just arrived, and I was talking to them outside, telling them where the controls are, where the solenoids are, what's wrong with it, etc. All of a sudden the neighbor comes up in a whining voice "Can you move that truck? I want to park my red van on the street and don't feel like moving it later and I'm just so tired" and and and whine whine whine...

Not that there was not room on the other side of her driveway to park on the street.

"Fine, we'll move it," I grumbled, biting my tongue: No need to piss off one of the Stepford robots so close to my departure.

Must leave Stepford...must maintain momentum...

I have decided that when I leave I am littering the neighborhood yards with pink flamingos in the middle of the night before.