He would routinely send me into the tool room to find something. It drove him nuts when I couldn’t find whatever is was.
The ol boy has a real affection for his grass. Run over his grass and he will kick your ass. I even caught hell when my friends ran over the grass. Former girlfriend of mine ran over the grass when it had frost on it, which leaves marks for a few weeks or so. I really caught grief for that. I actually bucked up a bit on that instance. First and last time I did so.
