Man Card – Can You Please Leave Me Alone?

Well, it’s official, recently, I got my man card revoked. Well, revoked is a strong word, it is more like I had to turn it in, and that sucked!

Here is the story.

My elderly neighbor hired someone to rake and haul his leaves away. I live in a very wooded neighborhood, and my lot is no exception (six in the front yard and at least that amount in the back, and the back lot behind mine is heavily wooded).

Mrs. Average suggested that I ask the guy doing the work (Juan) next door, what he charges. So I tucked my tail, took out my man card, shoved my pride to the side and I asked him.

Mrs. Average and I agreed with his price and we hired him. He would be there early in the next morning to get our front and back yard racked and haul the leaves away.

This morning Juan arrived about 45 minutes late, no big deal. I was hoping he would be a no-show. I do have to say that I didn’t miss, having to blow and rake all those leaves. I certainly didn’t miss, dragging the tarps full of leaves into the woods. I didn’t miss the blisters on my hands. The yards both look amazing, but I do miss the man card.