Dear Alex,
I was drunk and bored, so I mowed your lawn. I hope you like it.
Charlie (next door)
…on a note in the letterbox when I got home.
Tidy job too – clippings and everything.
by Alec Muffett
Dear Alex,
I was drunk and bored, so I mowed your lawn. I hope you like it.
Charlie (next door)
…on a note in the letterbox when I got home.
Tidy job too – clippings and everything.
Still gets your name wrong, though ;-).
I got home yesterday, having been away at a conference for much of this week (and having been frustrated by the weather on previous weekends, otherwise I would have done it myself), to find the strip of grass around the front of my place, similarly mown.
I didn’t get a note, though, so I can only conjecture it was Andy at the head of my little cul de sac, as his lawn was also freshly done.
I like my neighbours, too :-).
*wish* my neighbours did that! spent most of last weekend mowing mine and need to do it all over again this weekend
I’m reminded powerfully of Pratchett’s anticrimes, like whitemail or breaking and decorating, but it’s possibly more worrying that I instantly rephrased this mentally as
“O HAI! I maded U a lawn, but I mowded it, k? KTHXBAI – Charlie”
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