“Mr. Briggs,” he said, “you’ve created a water trap, sick. This is ingenious.” Clarence raised an eyebrow. “I was just watering the yard.” Jordan stayed a while, curious to see the system in action. At 11:20, another cyclist approached the mulch line, spotted the sign, and hesitated.
Then, with a reluctant grunt, he turned and rode back toward the road. Jordan laughed. “Works better than yelling. Better than signs. You might have started something, Mr. Briggs.” Clarence nodded slowly. “About time someone listened.”