The backstory: JT and I are often surprised at the degree to which men in this state opt to go shirtless. I feel that some of them should reconsider (i.e., must I see your hairy, white, beer belly?), but our approach has been rejected. Among the shirtless is my kind-hearted neighbor R. To be fair, he pulls it off without an assault to our eyes or his personal dignity, and thus earns a pass on our condemnation. The other day my 16 year old mower died and R loaned me his so I could cut the grass before it became it became a pasture. I texted T to give her the news.
S: I went out to mow and the mower would not start. R loaned me his so I mowed shirtless.
T: R's mower has high standards; you did the right thing.