
I saw he wanted to talk to me so I stopped the mower.
"Are you cutting your lawn? What are you doing, getting an early start on next year?"
I looked at him. He was a man roughly my age. I didn't know him. "No," I said. "I'm picking up leaves with the mower." I went to turn it on when I saw he was making arm motions. He was pantomiming a raking motion. "This is what you should be doing," he said.
"I'll rake if I have to, but as a last resort."
"No," he said firmly. "You always rake as a first resort." He started to walk away. "I mean it."

Sheesh. I continued on with my mowing, and when I was done and had picked up all the leaves I could with the mower, I took out the rake and used that to get the stragglers. I looked up and down the street to see if he was in the vicinity. Damn Nosey Parker. I'll show him!
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