We used to go for car rides a lot when I was a kid. I guess it was cheap entertainment for our parents.
Sunday drives were the best.
One of our favorite Sunday drives consisted of cruising the neighborhood to watch a particular neighbor tend to his lawn.
He used to work on his lawn in his stocking feet. No shoes, no sandals just his black knee-hi socks (with garters!) Bermuda shorts and golf shirt.
He claimed it was so he wouldn’t ‘bruise’ the blades of grass.
But then he would take a bamboo stick, which he had shredded at one end, and BEAT the lawn!
He would walk methodically back and forth in a pattern across his front yard beating the lawn.
I don’t know why we found it so funny. (Well, okay, yes I do. LOL)
We would drive past his house trying to keep a straight face until we were several houses away and out of earshot, then we would all burst out laughing.
(Looking back on it now, I’m wondering what kind of example this was for my parents to set for us!)