They probably told you pound sand, didn't they?
I sense a bit of bouncy in her bs story.
Scold the whole crew, my aching ass.
There's a "back-story" on this, sir.
EMatahari lives out in the desert south of San Francisco, in an Airstream with her ancient mother. It's in one of those California counties dominated by a corrupt Democrat political machine.
Some time ago, the county zoning board found something wrong with her private road, and demanded that she get it fixed.
EMatahari was astounded that they were being so nosy and so picky, and surprised at the suggestion some green stuff, folded, slipped into a hand, would take care of the matter.
I mean, I don't live in any machine-controlled place, and even I know how it works.
(I guess thus confirming EMatahari's reputation as the stupidest person on the internet.)
So now she's getting the road fixed, and probably she's using, ahem, undocumented labor to do it.