Pickle’s Perspective

The grass is greener on my side of the fence. Spring has come, and all the neighbours have been getting their lawn mowers out. The smell of exhaust is in the air.

My wife and I made ourselves a promise that our next mower would be green. So, on Sunday when my old 1983 Briggs and Stratton powered mower didn’t start after a few pulls, I started tinkering. Within 5 minutes, I literally threw my tools onto the garage floor and belted out some colorful words, in a tantrum that to me is completely unheard of.

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