Are there household chores that you never did as a child? Mowing the lawn was always one for me, because I’m fairly certain my parents believed I would lose a limb trying to cut grass. That was probably a safe bet for them considering I fell down a hill walking the dog (in a rainstorm) and tore my meniscus.
Fast forward 26 years later and I still had not mowed a lawn…until Saturday. It is very likely Judy was beginning to think she was living on a wild savannah as she jumped through weeds to do her daily business. Fed up with trying to clean her paws from brush, I took a stand.
A stand against a lawnmower.
I whipped that sucker out of the garage, figured out how to start it, mowed a patch about the size of postage stamp and listened as the whole thing went put put put…turn off.
Well crap, I guess it’s out of gas. No biggie, I’ll just get more.
I loaded that sucker up into the back of my (very tiny) compact car and off I drove to the gas station. I pulled right up, popped off the gas lid and turned to begin fueling when I heard a guy’s voice..
(surely he’s not talking to me, right?”
“Ma’m! Ma’m! YOU CAN’T DO THAT!”
“Miss, you’ve never handled power equipment before have you?”
WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CLUE—the fact that I have a mower hanging out of this tiny car or that I just learned to start this beast an hour ago?
So, here’s your life lesson–you can’t take a lawn mower directly to the gas station to fill it up. Turns out, it’s illegal.
Full disclosure: My mom had suggested I buy a gas can to fill with gas to fill the lawn mower, but I pish-poshed that idea because–I don’t want that can sitting around, that’s silly.
Turns out the second life lesson for today is: Always listen to your mother.