Last Saturday morning, I started my usual routine: Wake up, make breakfast for my daughters, and do some major yard work. There was nothing different about my morning until my neighbor Al came outside.
“Hey, Gil. It’s a super hot morning today,” he said.
I acknowledged him, drenched in sweat, after about two hours into me mowing the lawn, trimming, and edging my property saying to myself, “Ya think?” But in mowing my yard I had noticed the strip of grass between our two homes was much lower than the rest of my yard.
Then Al said, “You don’t mind that I mow the grass in between our houses do you?