Sunday, November 22, 2009
I have a hunch that our lawn might need some help. How do I know? Because yesterday a man drove up to our house, rang our doorbell (twice!), and waited patiently at the door, so he could offer to mow it. You know, just a normal, subtle hint. Husband talked to the man. The man said something like, “Hey, man, do you need any service?” “For what?” Husband asked. The man gestured to our scraggly lawn and said, “To clean up your lawn.” Husband replied politely, “No, thanks.” I figure that this is a sign that either our lawn or the economy is in pretty bad shape. Later I reflected and told Husband that we should have let him do the lawn. “Why? I’m going to mow it today anyway,” Husband said. I explained that maybe the man really needed the money. “Nah,” Husband said. “He drove up in a fancy, new pick-up truck that costs more than both of our cars combined.” In other words, our lawn is just that bad.