Big Machine, Itty Bitty Peen
I've mentioned once or twice before that we have a neighbor obsessed with mowing his grass. (He does it every two to three days.)
Well... he bought himself a shiny new toy. A massive lawn mower. The type you buy if you have several acres of land to mow. Sounds a bit like a 747 taxing down your front yard.
And he's taken to mowing the grass of everyone in the neighborhood 2-3 times a week.
The funny part? It takes about 2 hours to mow the 25 or so lots in the area. That's right; it's so big it takes less 5 minutes to whip around each person's front yard.
No one in the neighborhood is complaining about him doing it; it helps his grass cutting OCD and keeps us all out of the heat. It's still funny as hell to see.
Well... he bought himself a shiny new toy. A massive lawn mower. The type you buy if you have several acres of land to mow. Sounds a bit like a 747 taxing down your front yard.
And he's taken to mowing the grass of everyone in the neighborhood 2-3 times a week.
The funny part? It takes about 2 hours to mow the 25 or so lots in the area. That's right; it's so big it takes less 5 minutes to whip around each person's front yard.
No one in the neighborhood is complaining about him doing it; it helps his grass cutting OCD and keeps us all out of the heat. It's still funny as hell to see.