Yesterday I had some young dude stop by my house (another one of those hoodrats that I spoke of in a previous post) and ask me, “Does your lawn need mowed?”.
I peeked around him at the grass and then thought to myself, “What is he trying to ask?”
My grass is a foot tall so I would say it needs mowed. But was he just stopping by to engage in pleasant conversation about my lawn or was he asking me if he could mow it?
What I wanted to say was: “Yep, it needs mowed. It’s getting pretty tall and looks like shit. I should probably get out there and mow it one of these days. Thanks for taking the time to stop by and ask me. Have a nice day.”
But instead I said: “No, it’s just fine. I’ll mow it myself when I get the chance.”
Then he fidgeted nervously and said, “Okay, I was just checking.” and turned around and walked away.
Maybe I was wrong about these people in the ‘hood. They might actually be quite friendly. Hell, this kid stopped by just to check on my grass!
I should have invited him in for milk and cookies and played some Xbox with him. We could have even talked about grass for a while. I might have actually made a new friend.
You don’t think so? Yeah, your probably right. The kind of grass he likes probably isn’t the kind you mow. And inviting him into the house would have given him the time to decide what he was going to steal the next time we weren’t at home.
To quote myself, “Damn hoodrats!”

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