I have been waiting for American Bob, our mower, to come mow our lawn (remember Andy is allergic?).
He hasn't shown up.
We had 13 straight days of rain.
The last day we mowed was the day of the bunny massacre.
Last night I received this call:
Ring, ring.
Me: "Hello?"
American Bob: "Hi how long your grass?"
Me: "Long."
AB: "It so long? How long?"
Me: "Ten inches?"
AB: "Oh no I be there tomorrow."
Me: "Awesome."
AB: "Bye."
Me: "Bye."
He hasn't shown up.
We had 13 straight days of rain.
The last day we mowed was the day of the bunny massacre.
Last night I received this call:
Ring, ring.
Me: "Hello?"
American Bob: "Hi how long your grass?"
Me: "Long."
AB: "It so long? How long?"
Me: "Ten inches?"
AB: "Oh no I be there tomorrow."
Me: "Awesome."
AB: "Bye."
Me: "Bye."
1:34 p.m.No American Bob.
Long grass.
Rain on its way.
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