So apparently I have become a man now. As part of an agreement for my apartment I have to do some lawn work for the complex I live at which isn't so bad except for the fact that the landlord excepts me to mow about an acre of land with... a weed whacker. Not even a nice weed whacker either. Its this old HEAVY one that I will say is pretty powerful BUT the engine sounds rough and I am constantly paranoid that its just gonna blow up and set me running around the parking lot screaming and on fire. BESIDES THAT it has those cheap place heads instead of using twine which don't really cut anything. And what I am cutting isn't any fancy pants sod but nice big patches of wild grass. Seriously it looks like the savannah in the places I haven't done yet. I am afraid lions are gonna pop out and maul me to death.
Well when I first started using the weed whacker from hell I called my dad to come take a look at it. So the next day he brings his weed whacker which is even worse then this one. Its like the cheapest thing you can pick up from Walmart and as soon as it touches even a blade of grass its like "oh f**k that" and dies.
The way my dad thinks is that just because I asked one questions just to make sure its ok and I don't break anything means I don't know how to do it at all. Even though I been doing lawn work for YEARS he had to take me by the hand and show me step by step how to operate the weed whacker and ended up cutting down a hefty portion of my work while I "analyzed" his technique and sat on my a** twiddling my thumbs but as much more I had to do I was like hey more power to him. So letting him do his thing and him constantly reminding me how its not so bad that I have to cut half of Africa's grass with a freaking weed whacker he finally left.
My plan was I was gonna continue it later since by then I already spent hours out there so I packed everything up and went for some R&R. about an hour later he calls me and told me he bought me a mower out of the blue. He came up with the brilliant assumption that a weed whacker isn't gonna cut it to handle all the yard work that needed to be done(thank god). So he cam over again and was telling me how he got an amazing deal on a Turo (or something like that) and how great of a mower it is and how he haggled with this pawnshop. The pawnshop he actually went to is like this tiny redneck cinder block bunker looking thing with a chain linked fence and looks incredibly run down. We are talking like walking dead run down so why he was impulsed to stop there I am still wonder. And apparently the mower that he bought for $125 (he got them to come down $25 ) didn't even run. I love my dad but this was one of his more dorkier episodes. He poured all the old gas of the mower out all over the parking lot and filled it with new and this old stone age mower actually turned on. He was all excited and was telling me how great Turo was over and over and over again before testing the mower out himself mowing another large chunk out of the complex again while I sat on my butt twiddling my thumbs.
As he finally wrapped up with lawn he was telling me how proud he was that I am becoming a man learning how to do lawn work (which I already knew...) so apparently to become a man one must undergo the trials of the lawn. Who knew?
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