I feel for the guy. He is living my dream. To be a crotchety old guy that all the neighborhood kids fear maintaining my immaculate lawn, writing letters to the paper, and calling the local weather station to tell them what my rain gauge and thermometer says.
Kid 1: “Billy I dare you to cut the corner of crazy old man Ramos’s lawn on your bike”
Kid 2: “no way Enrique, I hear he puts thorns in that part of his lawn so your tires go flat so he can catch you and tell you stories about the times before laser TV’s.”
Yes I cannot wait to become that guy.