so, last spring, i decided to mow my lawn early in the morning. thought i’d get it done before the heat kicked in. halfway through, my neighbor, old mr. harris, storms out.
“you tryin’ to wake the dead?!” he yells.
i apologized and kept goin, but he stood there, arms crossed, watchin me like a hawk.
next weekend, 7 am sharp, i hear HIS lawn mower start.
i looked out the window, and he smirks at me, yellin, “payback!”
now we’ve got this unspoken lawn mower war. every saturday, we see who starts first.
