Seeing a lawnmower in a state of repose makes me pretty happy.
Stumbling upon one that’s incapable of work makes me absolutely giddy.
These noisy tools of oppression are the sworn enemy of every kid trying to enjoy summer.
I had my own legendary battles with one particular mower.
It was a lime green Lawn-Boy model that should have been called Lawn Dictator. I was forced to use it on days when there were fish to catch, baskets to shoot, baseballs to hit and clouds to watch.
No excuse of mine ever passed muster with management. None of my passionate debates swayed the boss either.
I lost every battle but ended up winning the war.
My mowing days are long over and I’m sure that old Lawn Boy is not bothering any fun-loving kid anymore.
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