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Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Fed Up
I am so sick of the way my yard looks! All those weeds. All that long grass. My yard guy still has not returned with a fixed mower. I can't take Pork Chop out in her own yard any more. Really. She disappears in the foliage. I'd fire the guy, but he needs the money. Also he does the properties on either side of me and it might make those people angry if I fired him; they like him.
On Sunday morning he came with his son-in-law's truck and took the mower out of my garage to return it to the store for repairs. I am not a patient person and I just seriously want to kick his ridiculous, down-south butt. It would not be fair to say that everyone in the south is exactly like him but there is for sure a down southness, a slow way to be, a yawn-kick back-scratch-grin-shuffle your feet way to get almost nothing done and to take a long time about it. Plenty of people here I would not hire to breathe. They'd fool around and let it go until too late.
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