Bob always mows the lawn himself.
While we were on vacation, he hired a guy to take care of it.
Apparently the gardener never showed up.
The grown son, who did a surprisingly good job of keeping the house tidy in our absence, forgot to mention the no-show lawn guy.
It’s now a jungle out there.
He’s got a huge job to do today.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he finds some old appliances or even cars dumped out there.
Maybe even a body.
Bob won’t care, though.
It’s too hot.
He’ll just shovel up the evidence with the lawn clippings so he can go inside for a cold beer.
It’s the perfect crime.