Some people have a very strange idea of entertainment. When it got light this morning, I looked out the window and realized that our mailbox, and my neighbor’s, had been run over. The 4 x 4′s were snapped off at the ground, and pieces were scattered everywhere.
My first thought was that a drunk had just missed the road, but when I called it in to the local sheriff’s office, the deputy said a whole bunch of them had been knocked over. And the same thing had been done a couple weeks ago on a different road in the area.
How does destruction equal fun?