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Promises Promises

March 14, 2016

Clyde looks me in the eye.  “If you hire me to mow your lawn you won’t regret it.  If I say I’ll be there on a certain day, I will be there.  I’ll mow, weed-eat, edge and blow off.  I’ll even do a little shrub trimming now and then at no extra charge.”

 

“When can you start?” I grin.

 

“How about Friday?”  He calls on Thursday.  “This is Clyde.  Is it okay if I mow on Saturday?  I have a conflict on Friday.”

 

I’m impressed.  “Sure, Saturday is fine.”

He calls on Saturday.  “Would it be okay if I mow on Monday?

I’m disappointed.  “Okay.”

 

He calls on Monday.  “Does Tuesday work?’

I’m irritated.  “The lawn is looking pretty shabby.”

 

He shows on Wednesday and hurriedly runs a mower over the lawn leaving piles of long cut grass in a wake behind him.  Then he grabs a weed-eater and scalps a wide strip along the cement and calls it a day.

 

On Thursday Clyde shows up at my door.  “Can I get paid for mowing?” 

I give him the agreed upon amount but he asks if he can get paid monthly instead of weekly.  I grit my teeth and against my better judgment give him a months wage.  You know how this went down from there.  Can you say Certified Sucker?

 

I want to give people the benefit of the doubt but after awhile you become a little cynical.  Take Politics, for example.  Every elected official out there claims they can mow, weed-eat, edge and blow off and do it every Friday to boot.  Forgive me if I’m skeptical.  Talk is talk.  I want action.  The guys I've hired to do the job in the past have a proven track record and it ain’t a pretty one.   Fool me twice?  How about twenty times? This year I want to elect someone who values his customers, works hard and maybe even knows a thing or two about mowing actual lawns. 

 

Every candidate makes promises, of course, but in the end I want one that can deliver.  

 

 

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