It has started lately – the roving yard cutters. They will knock on your door and ask if you want your grass cut. It has already happened two times today. One black man is riding around the neighborhood on a riding lawn mower asking people if they need their grass cut. The sound of that loud and raucous mower is driving me crazy. I can seemingly hear it blocks away.
Well, this just drives Maggie crazy. She has been in a stir all morning. I watched as that black man pulled up in front of my house on that mower and thought, “Oh shit! Maggie’s going to bark for an hour!” She did. And I am aggravated that all these people knocking on my door sends my social anxieties skyrocketing! These people are as bad as telemarketers and I am not exaggerating. Maybe it’s just the poor neighborhood I live in, but it gets old quick every summer.