Fillyjonk strolled through her immaculately manicured garden, carefully examining every weed or speck of dust. She grumbled in a low voice at the bird that dared to land on her untouched lawn. Then she noticed a neighbor who was walking along the path by her flower bed. *

Oh, my God!

She exclaimed, and there was disapproval in her voice.

You should stick to the sidewalk! You're stepping on my precious flowers with your shoes!