Santa Monica, California, USA
Hi dere. Even though I never get irritable unless I'm off my meds, I have been irked of late by my neighbor. Alhough he seems in many ways to be rational, he is, unfortunately, a rock hound.
Apparently, his hobby requires running three industrial strength rock tumblers 8 hours a day, five days a week, turning perfectly decent lumpy rocks into perfectly stupid round rocks for sale on eBay. We get a break on the weekends when he goes off to collect more rocks.
I have offered to take him to Arizona and show him where and how to mine turqouise. One mines turquoise by augering several holes in the desert, inserting dynamite, blowing up a sizeable patch of earth, then picking through the debris. My only condition is that I get to tell him where to stand.
I'm not sure that's legal. I think you can't dynamite for turquoise in the desert anymore. Has somthing to do with the desert tortoise. Rockhounds, on the other hand, are not an endangered species.
Perhaps the Pantheress could send him a brochure on the beauty of life in Coober Pedy. Now THAT'S an underground economy!