My kind of doormat

I actually wanted one that said "Piss Off", but I was forbidden to buy it.

I got my own back, though.

I mowed an appropriately vulgar message to the world on a bit of the farm that Management rarely visits.

You'll be able to read it on Google Earth when their satellite passes our way again.

Not quite sure how I can explain away frequent visits on the Ferguson to remote bits of pasture, though...