Suckers
I lived with my wife in officer housing on a military installation. Of course we had to follow certain rules so everything looked ship-shape. That wasn’t hard to do.
What did get under my skin was the colonel driving around, taking notes, and then having her underlings issue tickets to residents for minor infractions. The one that sticks in my mind was the “suckers,” as they were called (I had never heard the term before).
Although I kept my grass mowed per regulation, the little maple tree seeds would sprout up overnight and be an inch taller than the grass.
I got a ticket for suckers in my lawn, even though the grass was freshly mowed. Okay, sure. I’ll just mow the lawn every day. Sheesh. shugerbooger