One of the semi-weekly chores that I do for my mother is mowing the lawn at her office in town. Today was one of the days in which this duty fell upon me. As I was doing this I was on my parent's riding mower and one of the neighbouring "entrepreneurs" came over and told me that he would give me fifteen dollars to mow the weeds in a vacant area near his shop. Which I declined for a couple of reasons. Firstly, I knew that some of the weeds in that area were nasty buggers that would flatten a tire with just a look and I just didn't want to deal with that. Secondly, it was Big and Weedy. Also, fifteen Dollars? what does that buy? A ticket to a film at the cinema for you and a date (better be a pretty darn special movie), maybe a CD...okay the money would be nice, but I just wasn't that enticing at the time (I could feel the sun burn against my neck, which is now the color of a fine lobster). I tell him that I couldn't do it (I like to think that if the wheels could talk they would thank me) and he leaves. A moment later I heard the sound of a loud diesel engine. He was driving quickly across the tract of land in a large green Deere with a mower behind it throwing out an over-emphasized thumbs-up to me as his instrument of weed-destruction did its dirty work. This is a classic display in the American West. I though it was quite touching and yet at the same time I couldn't help but laugh, until the wind changed and the dust raised by his apparatus got into my mouth.
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