Primo: The lawnmower isn't working properly!
Me: Not my problem. I'm working.
Primo: But it's not working.
Me: Shhhh! Leave me alone!
Ten minutes later
Primo: Guess what? Bill was outside so I asked him what he thought. It was just last year that he repaired it for us, right?
Me: I think so. He was so nice.*
Primo: So I told him I would take it over once I was done cutting the lawn.**
Primo: But then he said that he thought it might just need a new air filter. He happened to have one and gave it to me.
Primo: It didn't work. While I was replacing the filter, he was googling. He came back out and said it looks like it just might need a carburetor adjustment. I said I would take the mower over there and he said he would come over here!
Me: He is so nice.
And then Bill came over, repaired the problem, played with our cat, and left.
Who was that masked man? I wanted to thank him.
* Bill asked me last year if we would let him repair the mower because it was too noisy and it was driving him crazy. When we bought our house, we closed five weeks before we could move in. Bill came over and cut our grass and moved all the trash cans the previous owner had left on the curb to the garage.
** Which is not the worst thing in the world when someone is willing to repair your gas-powered devices for free, but he is our exact backyard neighbor. We live in the middle of the block. And there is a big fence between us. It is the maximum walking possible.