When I made that post, I really expected to see him weekly. I knew, based on our few conversations, that this was a guy who would never willingly leave me alone, and that I could expect to spend lots and lots of time with him, finding new and interesting ways to say, "Go back to your house before I dig out the tennis racquet." The thing is, after the post, I didn't see the guy again. I've watched and waited, and I've even driven by his house slowly, but I've yet to see the Lawnmower Man (name coopted for my purposes). I guess I was a little sad, just because he was so weird.

Then, at the end of last week, he came back. Like an idiot, I was already at work, but Laura filled me in on the whole thing. He came up, knocked on the door, asked if he could mow the yard. Then, when he was told no, he protested that he'd do it real cheap. If that sounds familiar, it's because I've had the exact same conversation with that man several times in real life, as well as a few hundred times in dream life.

I think I know why he came back: our grass is really, really long. As much as I hate mowing, a logical move might be to ask this guy how cheap "really cheap" is. If I do that though, I might as well ask the guy to move in with us. I like talking to you, Lawnmower Man, but you've got to keep your hands off of the grass.