Memory was jogged once again after puttering around in my backyard the other day...
I was mowing the lawn one esp. dry, hot summer many years back, and a lot of dirt got kicked up, which apparently drifted over to my neighbor's property and through his screen door. He came running out like a lunatic, screaming and waving his hands in the air and yelling "whatsamatter witchoo, all this dust coming into my house, blah blah blah...". I turned the mower off and listed to him finish ranting and raving, and responded "don't mince words, what do you really think?"