About a month ago, I drove past a house at the bottom of my street and noticed a white commode sitting in the front yard.
“I wonder how long that will sit there?” I asked myself. I admit my tone was condescending. In my defense, this was the same household that had a recliner sitting on their front porch for two years. So, the snarkiness oozed out.
A few days later, I drove by the house again. The white commode had disappeared. Instead, there was this golden throne sitting in the middle of the yard. On purpose. A flower hanging from a pole stuck in the bowl.
