This is what happened at our home today.
I am outside and a van pulls up and opens their side door. Four young men jump out and the air smells like a money cage as the inside is littered with blankets and food and sleeping bags and garbage.
They linger about and sprawl out on the terrace–granted that is not ‘my lawn’–expect I plant and take care of it all–so, yeah it kind of is our lawn.
I had no real problem until they lit a joint. I meandered over hoping my slow pace might alert them so I would not need to confront them. No such luck.
Me: You are not really going to smoke dope on my lawn, are you?
Smoker: (as he moves fast to pretend there is nothing to see) You a cop?
Me: I can get a cop here if that will help resolve this matter.
Fast movement as the four take a different perspective of where they parked their van.
Count me as one who does not want that crap ever made legal in my state.