I think I’m cheating on my lawn guy.
He showed up the other day to cut my grass and it didn’t take but a minute for me to see the betrayal register on his face. “That’s another guy’s mulch. And the bushes are trimmed. Wait, are those new window well covers?”
I hid inside. I wanted to run into the yard blurting out, “It was just a one-time thing. He used to take care of my leaves and only came by to say hi and unload some extra mulch. He’s no one. Really. I didn’t ask him to. Please don’t be mad. I love the way you cut my grass, trim, edge, and sweetly blow all the yard debris into the neighbor’s driveway. It meant nothing!”
But instead, I stayed inside silently cringing and reminding myself that this is just business, that’s all, the law of the jungle.
When his invoice arrived a week later, I put a little “Thanks!” with a smiley face in the memo line. It doesn’t matter that we don’t speak the same language. The look on his face said it all.