The Hungry Barbarian

So I just had to shoo the gardener off.  Apparently he’s set to cut the grass every Wednesday.  We both decided that he should just come back next week.  He probably thought I didn’t want him bothering me; I imagine much of his clientele does indeed feel that way.  I didn’t feel like going into the fact that his cutting the lawn would essentially displace my home.     

God I feel like such an ass right now.

UPDATE: So apparently the gardner called my mom to let her know a random guy was living in a tent in the backyard.  He thought I was some squatter who took over her property.  I can’t imagine they get many campers around here.  

Brilliant, simply brilliant. 

UPDATE 2: Here is the gardener’s exact quote: ”there’s a guy in the yard who told us not to cut the grass, but he’s back there in a tent with some other stuff.  It seems kinda weird.  I didn’t know if you knew, so I thought I’d give you a call.” 

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