Why I Hate Lawn Mowers
So this morning before leaving for school (but after I missed my bus), I was asked by my aunt to bring the lawn mower from the shed in the backyard to her car. I thought this would be an easy task, so of course I said yes – that and I would’ve felt like a horrible person if I said no.
Well, this was far from easy.
1. It was raining
2. We have a hill going up from my back yard to front yard
3. Said hill is about an 80 degree angle
4. This lawn mower couldn’t turn to save it’s life
5. I don’t think it’s been used in a couple years
6. I now see why this hill doesn’t get mowed too often
Overall, this adventure resulted in me pushing it up the hill, then sliding back down about a million times. Then pushing it up a little bit farther, and sliding back down. Then turning it around and pulling it up the hill about 40% of the way, and sliding back down. And well, I’m sure you get the point.
In the end I decided to take a run at the hill, and push it up faster – which didn’t work either. But eventually (and a good 15 minutes later) I made it up the hill by pushing it up a little, digging a hole for my foot, then pushing it up more, and so on and so forth.
I’ll just end with I hope to god my neighbors weren’t watching, and I really hope this was the most problem solving & most exhausting thing I’ll have to do today.