The lady across the street has a little house on a big, empty lot. This weekend she has been out every daylight hour, in her empty lot, ridding it of the overgrown shrubs and weeds.
She wears headphones and a sign on her back that warns, "Stay clear 50 Feet in All Directions."
She's been weed-wacking the entire plot...not just trimming the edges...the whole plot.
The only reason I don't hear the gentle hum of the weed-eater right now, is because it's dark outside. She's got a few more passes to make and then she might be done with it.
Why not rent a rototiller or something?
Every time I hear that thing ignite, it makes me laugh. Is she really weed-eating her entire lot?
That's devotion.
She wears headphones and a sign on her back that warns, "Stay clear 50 Feet in All Directions."
She's been weed-wacking the entire plot...not just trimming the edges...the whole plot.
The only reason I don't hear the gentle hum of the weed-eater right now, is because it's dark outside. She's got a few more passes to make and then she might be done with it.
Why not rent a rototiller or something?
Every time I hear that thing ignite, it makes me laugh. Is she really weed-eating her entire lot?
That's devotion.
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