Once A Week I Mow Grass. The Grass I Mow Consist Of Three Different Properties. I Have No Problems With Two Of Them. The One I Dread The Most Is The Church. It Seems The Moment I Pull Into The Parking Lot Somebody Is Bound To Pull In Behind Me. Allow Me To Tell You I Am Some What A Well Known Figure Associated With This Church. I Can't Seem To Accomplish Getting The Mowing Done In Record Time. I Have People Interrupting My Mowing All The Time With Their Questions. It's Not That I'm Unwilling To Be Helpful, I Just Can't Seem To Get My Mowing Done.
The Only Solution Is To Mow After Dark. Nobody Would Expect That. Would They?
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