People are strange

It never ceases to amaze me how strange people really are. Today while I was out running errands, I stopped to pick up my oldest from a friend's house. Their neighbor was outside in the 100 degree heat, sweeping the street. With a broom. What is the purpose of that? I mean really, it's not even like he had a big dust pan or anything. Just sweeping dust from in front of his driveway to his neighbor's driveway. I'm sure in an hour the wind will blow it right back. This is Arizona for cripes sake. It's dusty here. We have dust storms.

Like this.

Talk about an exercise in futility. I don't get it.