How dumb do you have to be if you can’t even mow the grass without professional help?
I’ve told you before that I don’t do yard work at our house, right? Yesterday I thought I’d surprise Robin and get the lawn mowed before she got home from work, but our gas-powered mower is in the shop, and our backup electric lawn mower refused to cooperate with me. It would run fine for a few seconds, then cut off, run again, cut off. Finally, I gave up and waited for Robin to get home.
She had a good laugh when she diagnosed the problem. Instead of plugging in the mower using a three-prong adapter, I had hooked up the cord through the Christmas-tree light blinker.