“Cradle of fuckin’ CIVILIZAtion!”
I’d been going at it for about 10 minutes. The sweat was running off my chin, dripping down to my chest. My muscles ached under the heat, but I knew I had to keep going. For her sake.
She’d sent her husband out of town, and she had asked me to do the job that he couldn’t do. I’ll admit that I was surprised at first, but once I got started, it just felt natural. It was a little wet in places, which made things…interesting. Out of nowhere, she asked me, “Can you do it without the bag?”
“You don’t want me bagging it?” I queried, caught off-guard.
“No, I don’t want you to use a bag. Would that be OK? Won’t you get it all over yourself?”
Determined, I looked her in the eye, and confidently replied, “Nah, it’s cool. I don’t mind.”
I did as she asked, and I finished the job, sans bag. It took about an hr, but I know she’d never had it like before. Especially, since she’d never had it from me before. But she asked, and I had delivered. She wanted to pay me, but I refused to take money for the job. It was on the house…this time. But I won’t be surprised if she asks me again one day.
And that’s the story of how I mowed my neighbor’s lawn.
