Two little girls, aged 12 to 16 (I can't tell), came over and said, "Excuse me. Can we cut your grass for ten dollars?"
I live on a half acre of grass. So I say, "Ten Dollars? We have a lot of grass."
She smiled real big. "It's Okay!" All bright and sunshiny and shit.
I'm still doubtful. "There are a lot of sticks, too, that you'd have to pick up. And there's dog poop in the back."
"It's fine!" This girl will not be deterred.
"Okay," I say.
They go and get their mower and are back within 10 minutes. The mower won't start. So Girl B goes for help. Girl A stays and starts picking up sticks, stuffing them into a white plastic garbage bag.
A little boy arrives on the scene. (He's somewhere between 8 and 12. I can't tell.) He gets the mower started, and they're off. He runs ahead, picking up sticks and other shit that's bad for a mower, and finds the "SOLD" sign from I guess when we bought the house. That's awesome.
The mower keeps dying. I helped them raise the blade. It keeps dying some more. They'll never finish this yard.
I'm contemplating tearing a $20 bill in half, and promising them the rest if they come back and finish tomorrow.
ETA: Girl B never came back.
Girl A just called it a night and said she'll be back tomorrow. She didn't ask for any money. Dang. Should I have offered the half twenty anyhow?