I come home from work... and have sprayed moss killer the other day. So I go over and ask the neighbor if he'd like to spray his, then we can share the cost of a thatcher.
He is interested in that and agrees.
Then he asks me to take him to the beer store, since he's been drinking and doesn't want to drive.
So I drive him up there in his truck, he's obviously juiced up a bit. That was 45 minutes ago.
About 5 minutes ago, he fires up his hotrod... backs it out onto the street.. and proceeds to do 3 giant burnouts to impress some friends he has over.
And girls are giggling. And by girls, I mean 45 years old. WTF.