You may recall that I cursed the “festive” balloon-things that the owners of the LUAs (Large, Ugly Apartments) put up on their fence. My curse worked: all the golden balloons contracted flopsia, and the management removed all the balloons, even the black ones.
Apparently management didn’t learn anything the first time, because look:
When I curse something, though, it darned well stays cursed. One of them has deflated already, and the rest shall follow.
They have no idea who they’re up against…