I feel bad for the guy, he was out there all afternoon doing what took the kids and I a couple hours at most. We cleared the leaves off our lawns, we washed the cars; although one of mine was a motorcycle that I rode dry with just my Chargers hat on my head, you wore the familiar headband with matching socks, my wife is at work in scrubs, yours is dragging a brush along the rims of your Explorer in gloved hands of rubber, an Asian stepford wife perhaps, I helped my kid into a tree and yelled at him to climb it better, so don't feel like an ass that your voice cracked like a 14 year old boy's as you chased yours into the street for playing football in your 15+ newly raked piles of leaves. So good luck to you neighbor/lawn ninja. I won today, but it is early in our fued. Do not give up hope; even if I get a gym for Christmas and begin achieving the body of Brad Pitt in Snatch by the time I'm the same age, I might not get a gym, or I might wait a day or let two pass before installing it and working out religiously with the doors open wide. Good luck, neighbor.
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Poor guy. The new neighbors two houses down from headband opened the garage doors last night to reveal a pool table, flag draped walls, and the familiar sounds of good times eminating into the street. I may decide to get to know these people.
A for sale sign went up on his yard this week. I think one of the criteria for purchasing that house is the self confidence to live within sight of my house!
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