There’s been a lot of hubbub lately in my neighborhood on the good ol’ fashioned use of sprinklers in a time when, frankly, we Lake Travis locals have seen a veritable poop-ton of rain.
You know the scene — you’re driving or rather floating down the street on your merry little way to H-E-B, waves of water slamming down on your windshield with tsunami force, when you see it. Sprinklers running full blast in the HOA common areas.
Your eye gets that funny little twitch of agitation which over time will result in a crease no amount of Botox can heal. This kind of waste really gets to you, and pounding fist on steering wheel you vow to raise a stink at the next board meeting darn it all.
But your annoyance over such an environmental (and monetary) slap in the face, grows to sheer panic as you realize that your very own sprinklers are likely going off. Right now.