I remember the old guy who came once to mow our lawns. He mowed as if the lawn had somehow angered him. He mowed as if it was somehow his retribution on the lawn, moving back and forth in row after angry row.

He pushed the mower like it was a plow and he was trying to remove the lawn altogether. He was hunched over seemingly intent upon destruction instead of order.

It was wearying just to watch (and somehow funny too).