This morning I walked past the front door with a load of laundry, which I dropped to grab the camera.
He tells me he was ‘checking it out.’ I can only assume he felt it necessary to inspect his machine after running it down the patio steps and overturning it on a too-sleep slope, both of which he did last week.
Oh, see those wheel tracks in the foreground? Those are the ruts he laid down last week while running that machine ‘round and ‘round the front yard. The grass can’t recover because it’s so dry. People must drive past this house and wonder who lives here and why the occupants don’t take better care of their shit. Good thing we don’t live in Ladue, we’d be on speed dial of the HOA president.
Well, at least he wears a helmet.