I'll just bet people who have garden gnomes, pink flamingos, and other manmade infestations of brightly-colored pLastic and ceramic displayed in their yard are the same types of people who stand beside you in elevators and whistle as if they are the only person in the universe, sit in the cubicle beside yours and always use the speakerphone instead of the handset, sit right behind you in a theatre of 200 seats when 199 of them are empty, and park their shopping buggy on the middle-right side of an aisle while they stand on the middle-left side of the aisle trying to figure out if the 12-ounce can of beets costs more (or less) per ounce than the 16-ounce can does.
(ok, OK, so I'm having a bad day
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