So it goes a little something like this….
I DO NOT want to buy an electric lawn mower, as I have an ethically and morally superior hand push affair that makes me feel all holy; but I secretly borrow (and use) a friends mower because it cuts my grass all pretty like and I like pretty grass.
(A telephone rings)
Me: Can I borrow your lawn mower for an hour?
Mate: Yeah sure – come get it.
Me: Cheers – on my way.
A trip around to my mates and 3 foot of cut lawn later…….
|A stupid, stupid man takes a machine he knows nothing about apart to try and fix it.|
Later on the same day:
(A doorbell rings)
Mate’s wife: Oh – hello.
Me: I’ve broken your lawn mower.
Mate’s wife: Oh
Me: I’ll buy you another tomorrow when I go to buy myself one.
The moral of the story is:
If you really don’t want to buy a lawnmower and try to avoid doing so, you will be kicked in the metaphorical nuts and forced to buy two.