Suburban Knees Jerk
Memorandum to a neighbor:
Dear sir, and undoubtedly you are a
sir and not a
ma'am, I understand that the weather was nice in Casinoport, Missouri today, with a temperature reaching
seventy-one degrees FARENHEIT, but what on earth prompted you to go to your shed or garage, get out, and start your
lawn mower on the second of January?
Pray tell, how much shorter did you want your brown lawn to be?