A Different Kind of Blog Part II
Well, considering the first was a lot more fun than thought it would be(thanks Mr. Lilly), I’ve got to do another one for the class, this one will be more humourous. I told myself I’d post this one only if he asked us to do a second blog on a memory… and he did, so may I introduce to you: MY Best Story EVER!
Okay, so a couple of years ago I used to mow people lawns for money, that was before I was tremendously fat like I am now(being fat is awesome), and I was asked to mow this guy’s lawn down the street. Now, this guy was scary, I mean really scary, I think he was a Vietnam war veteran or something, because he would sit in his house with some military hat on, and one time when I was going around getting pledge money for band, he opened his door and I saw a bunch of guns, I don’t mean just handguns, no, I’m talking hardcore automatics and stuff like that… I was scared.
Sure it was under lock and key, but it was in a glass case… glass is not going to stop someone from getting a gun… or at least it won’t seriously hinder them. Anyways… this guy was by all means a man to be afraid of, so my mom tells me that I was going to mow his lawn at 3:00 the next day and that he’d pay me a lot of money, somewhere around $50, which was an amazing amount of money for me to earn at the time. So, the next day I went over to his house.
I had the mower started up and ready to go and started to mow. Well, about halfway through mowing, I notice this big hole in the ground… that hole was a bee hole. There were bees buzzing and flying about this hole. I don’t like bees, I’m allergic… so I decided I’d get some gasoline and burn those little suckers out of the ground. Well, I succeeded in burnging them out… there were flaming bees aimed at me doing a kamikaze attack… well, I got away from them in time not to get stung or burned, but that’s when I noticed something.
It seemed that this man’s yard was on fire, not a little ash, no, a big ‘ol fire, all over the place. I find his hose and start to spray, but I notice it’s just spreading the fire. My mind sort of keeled over… Why in Ted’s name was water spreading the fire!? Well, I figured it out, it seemed he has some fertilizer or weed-killer stuff on his hose… I took it off and slowly put out the fire. Well, let’s just say his lawn wasn’t in the best of shape when the fire went out…
Thankfully he wasn’t home at the time, but when he did get home… he wasn’t the happiest person I’ve ever met. He was quite the opposite. I was scared, this guy had automatic weapons and was most likely in the military at some point or still is… he could have me killed for no reason if he wanted to… Well, I guess he went easy on me, all I had to do was re-plant his grass, and do a lot of yard work. That wasn’t a very good summer, but I still love to tell that story.
“We have no past, no future. And even if we did, it wouldn’t truly be ours.”
April 25th, 2008 at 8:40 am
HAHA geeze that’s a great story. I have a story like that but it was in arizona, and my brother’s friend, my brother and we kinda lit our car port on fire. It’s a long story so maybe I’ll post on it one of these days.
You put the wrong kind of lilley it’s lilly.