Very cute! (Sitting here chuckling!)
“Very cute! (Sitting here chuckling!)”
When I moved into a new house in a ‘planned community’, after having lived in a beater home for a few years, I already had a pretty good taste of ‘house life’.
So I dreaded cutting the grass every week and quickly hired a gardener. But others in the new community would be smiling away when they cut their own grass, often doing it twice a week. I figured it was because they felt that they’ve finally made it, having their own house, just like daddy did when they were growing up. But then their rates of grass cutting slowed down, and their lawns weren’t as pretty. And by the next spring, they pretty much all had hired gardeners.
It’s like an electric car - it makes the owner feel smug at ‘screwing over Exxon’, for once. So you gladly drag out the 20 lb. cord and shove it into the car, or go to a supercharging station and say FU EXXON!!!
But then you get home in a thunderstorm with horizontal rain, but you still need to charge the car for work tomorrow. Not so much fun now. And then you go to a supercharging station for your 30 minute recharge, but to help the time go by, you count the cars that go in, fill up, and go out of the gas station across the street, and wonder “What kind of an idiot was I”.