“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?”