The worst advice I've ever heard was probably what my grandmother advised my mom to do for these kids that skateboarded on our porch. At my house, we have sidewalk steps, and there are two that are about as big as two or three doormats placed next to each other. We also have a metal railing, and we are at the end of our street, so we are the lowest part of the sidewalk. So, apparently our house is a great place for skateboarding. So, a few years back, there were a bunch of teenagers, like fifteen or something, that kept coming to our house at the middle of the night and skateboarding on our porch. So we couldn't get them to leave, we tried asking them nicely, asking them not so nicely, all the things we could to d get them to leave as peacefully as possible. But, since nothing worked, my mom decided to ask my grandmother for advice on this situation. So, my grandmother suggested that we put lots of broken glass on the porch, so that the next time they decided to skateboard on our porch that they would hit the broken glass and get hurt, so they would know not to come back anymore. Naturally, we didn't do it. I mean come on, there were way too many flaws in that plan, one of the most major ones being that they were teenagers, only about fifteen, and we would be getting ourselves into some sort of lawsuit if we injured them like that. Also, it would be inhumane. They were only kids, just wanting to rebel, and skateboard wherever they felt would be just dangerous enough for them to get a thrill. Instead of listening to my grandmother's advice, we sent my dog (who is completely harmless by the way) outside, and, since he is very intimidating looking, he's big, and has a loud, deep bark, the kids ran. Cinnamon (my dog) followed them, thinking they were playing a game, and, to make a long story short, Cinnamon came back, and the teens didn't.
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