Originally, it occurred to me to call this new Blog series, ‘Stop The World I Want To Get Off’, but it doesn’t fit the format.
Today, I noticed from my high-rise apartment that some contract gardeners were noisily cutting the grass of a terraced condominium complex nearby. It seemed a little soon after the winter ... but not bizarre.
I am sure that many of you can remember removing grass cuttings from paths, etc., by using a stiff brush, but today, technology has overtaken the brush and, now, a smelly, noisy, smoke-belching gas engine is strapped to the worker’s back to power a blower that blows a storm of cuttings and dust in all directions, at least, away from the path ... annoying, but not bizarre.
Then, it happened. The worker placed a pollution-filtering mask over his face and a noise-blocking headset on his head, climbed onto a 4-wheel grass-cutting monster, placed the gas-engined blower on his back, started the blower, put the mower into gear and roared off down the concrete road and around the paths with the worker leaning dangerously over the side blowing cuttings in all directions.
I considered doing a cost analysis of the stiff brush and shoe leather, against two gas engines and four rubber tires ... but that did seem too bizarre.
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