So I come into the living room and see N watching a very loud video on his computer.
“Ah, Call of Duty!” I think.
And then I come closer and discover he’s watching videos about different kinds of lawn mowers. Creepy shit, folks.
Say, does anybody know anything about mechanical lawn-mowers? The ones that don’t have an engine? I happen to have a husband who is do considerate of people that he can’t imagine disturbing the neighbors with a whirr of a lawn mower even when the neighbors rattle on their mowers all day long.
N and I are so different because it would have never occurred to me to wonder if the mower disturbed any one. When I was 6, my music teacher predicted I’d grow up to be a sociopath and a serial killer, so I’m glad my homicidal tendencies don’t go beyond not caring about the noise I might make with a lawn mower.

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