wife and I were outdoors reading on a glorious 75-degree Saturday afternoon, an old man came striding along the sidewalk with a pair of hedge clippers. Following a long, icy glare in our direction, he went on the offensive, snipping away any plant life that had dared encroach from our yard into public space. Clearly this codger saw it as is duty to keep the walkways of West Lafayette free of impediments. He wasn't messing around, either. Snip first, ask questions later--that was his style. After a furious few seconds of pruning, he was gone in a trail of dust.
I wasn't sure how to react. Should I have upbraided the old vulture and run him off? It's true that I'm not the best about maintaining the verge, but I can't help thinking this slightly deranged ancient was overstepping his rights as a fellow citizen and neighbor. I'll be honest, though; potential senility in combination with sharp garden implements gives me pause. I didn't want to get too close lest I have a new haircut inflicted on me. Also, I was drinking beer, and therefore mellow.
The wife and I laughed it off. Was I right to play the amused spectator? Should I be more protective of the verdure in the future? As always, I defer to your wisdom, McBoners.