I was looking out my front window yesterday afternoon when I spied a man, unknown to me, leaving my yard with a blower. My blower. The blower Matt had neglected to put away following his weekly lawn mowing. No time to think, and my reaction surprised even me. I opened the door, headed out toward the street, and yelled, “Hey!” I can’t remember what I said next, but the guy just handed it back to me and kept on walking. “Sorry,” he said, “I thought that was ours. We were doing some work up the street.”
Well first of all, that wasn’t even a good story, as anyone who has driven down my street will know. Not a lot of professionally-groomed yards ’round here. And though of course we shouldn’t just be leaving things lying around our front yard, what kind of person enters a yard during broad daylight to take advantage like that? But more importantly, what smallish, unarmed, if it’s a fight-or-flight-scenario-I’ll-take-the-flight, kind of woman chases after him? Me. That’s who.