“Personally, I wouldn’t let bammy mow my lawn.”
I don’t think he’d want to, anyway - he might get grass stains on his mom jeans.
Oh, he might... But then he'd rapidly lose interest in the job, not realizing it actually meant work. So instead of finishing cutting the grass he'd...
Make speeches to the birds about how lawns were for "the rich" and somehow used to oppress them.
He'd try to organize the mulch beds against the grassy areas - create division since the mulch doesn't get weekly attention.
He'd quietly support the landscape rock areas and their desire to brutally take over and kill the living parts of the yard.
He'd alienate my friends and neighbors, while supporting the weeds trying to aggressively take over their yard.
He'd claim the problems with the yard are the fault of my last yard maintenance guy and demand more money for water and fertilizer. The budget of course would go to his "good friend" the paper boy...
No, maybe I don't want bammy mowing my yard.