So the old man behind us has been slipping for some time. I try to help out how I can. A few weeks back he was talking about needing to mow soon and how his mower needed a tune up. I told him I'd take the thing and clean the carb, change the oil, and install a new blade. Trying to do a good deed you know. We'll, today the local deputies are sniffing around my shop. Asking where I got the mower. I think this old fella has reached the point where he can no longer live on his own. Now I feel real bad about banging his much younger wife, and stepdaughter...