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it was really hot. my yard work attire consisted of an old concert t-shirt and ragged blue jean shorts. both saturated with a combination of sweat, dirt, and lunch. after mowing the backyard i wheeled the mower around to the front. upon surveying the yard and the heat of the summer i lost all interest in mowing the front. i left the mower where it stood and fetched a beer from the fridge.
i returned to the yard and sat in one of my 2 mismatched lawn chairs.
because i had been working in the garage, the car was parked out front. my 3 year old was giving the car an impromptu washing, no time for a swim suit, just his diaper.
i decided my hair was getting to be a hassle, so i went inside and found my electric hair clippers. back outside, i sat down and shaved my head. i let the hair fall to the grass.
i took a swig of beer and realized how this scene might appear to a neighbor.
lawn chairs, beer, naked kid, car wash, an idle mower parked in overgrown grass, and a self given hair cut. the whole scene must have appeared very redneck. the only thing missing were chickens wandering about the yard.
wearing a shirt was the only thing that stood between me an my debut on COPS.
Posted by griff at June 16, 2002 02:45 AM