just say no to weed eating
Egalitarianism is alive and well in the woods. I pull up this morning -- because I am unsane and work on Sundays ooops.
There is this guy outside who is doing the weed eating thing. He waves. He looks like he is seriously waving. Like he really wants to talk. I do not know him. I do not have time to talk. I am seriously on the move I have to pick stuff up and drive thirty miles. So I wave back and keep going.
He looks sad.
People are like that in the country. They do not know you from Moses but they wave. It is odd to me. I have been gone a long time. I am not used to waving at people just because we are on the same road. But I do it. It is country manners.
Later.
I come back and he is still there. I am getting dogs out of the car. [You did not think I would get an office where dogs could not go right?] He ambles over and says he wonders if I would do him a favor.
I say, Oh what is the favor?
The favor is to weed eat half a football field worth of overgrown grass by the parking lot because he has "allergies."
At first I think he is kidding or I am not understanding him. He is saying the stuff there beyond the truck, the pale green stuff. I am thinking, He must mean a couple sprouts or something, he cannot mean that [fucking] expanse of seeding grass that is apparently his job to weed eat that is going on a quarter mile right there.
But no. That is what he means. He has "allergies." That weed eating stuff is rough on allergies. Would I mind?
Okay. Where in the world is it appropriate to ask a 100 pound girl to just, Oh, I dunno, hop to and weed eat [that is your job Bucko not mine -- or at least I sure hope it is cripes] half a football field worth of seeding grass?
And he thought I would say, Oh no problem, hand that weed eater right over I will just be a sec?
I do not think so.
Your Just Say No To Weed Eating Adams Girl
P.S.: I am too staggered to come up with PS's right now.
