Ah, yes — another day, another totally impossible accusation.
Our landscaper was out mowing the lawn, minding his own business, when a tenant came storming out, pointing at her car like it had just been mauled by a bear.
“YOU did this!” she cried. “Your mower scratched my car!”
Now, this would’ve been quite the feat — considering the car was parked a driveway and a half away, and our mower doesn’t exactly have sniper-level rock-throwing skills.
Still, we investigated (because that’s what we do). The mower was innocent. The scratches? Way too big, too deep, and too horizontal. Unless our landscaper had taken up jousting with his weed-whacker, the math just didn’t add up.
Verdict: Not us, that’s silly.
The mower keeps mowing, the grass keeps growing, and the mystery of the self-scratching car remains unsolved.
