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When the tenant presented him with the broken sprinkler head, the chief shook his fist at the heavens, cursing the foolish human need for manicured lawns.

June 30, 2008 at 2:53 PM ::
Keith's avatar

I quit twenty years in the landscaping business, only to have it follow me here.  There is no justice.

Keith on 06/30/08 at 02:55 PM ::
You can call me, 'Sir''s avatar

Didn’t you add that to your list of stipulations for the job?

“No landscaping-esque work.  That includes hedges.  Hedges suck.  Especially the big ones with nesting birds and raccoons.  Actually, I refuse to do anything outside that involves stuff I don’t want to do.”

You can call me, 'Sir' on 06/30/08 at 03:25 PM ::
Jo's avatar

Perhaps if you plant wheat instead of lawn. That way there will be a big harvest and all the neighbors will turn out with their threshers and a big feast afterwards with lots of wine, and you can dance with the landlord’s jolly daughter.

Jo on 06/30/08 at 03:57 PM ::
'mouse's avatar

I’ve never understood “manicured” as it relates to lawns.  Shouldn’t it really be “pedicured?”

'mouse on 06/30/08 at 04:16 PM ::

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