Saturday i was cutting a ditch across the street from a VFW. The parking lot was near empty. The two or three vehicles that were there seemed a safe enough distance away. I was using my 48" cub walkbehind and wasn't too concerned with the direction of discharge. Well, out of the back door and across the lot towards a brand new shinny gold pick-up comes this oversized, overtanned, short cropped overly blond haired women. She is waring a short too tight tan printed sunsuit of some kind. She is somewhere between 50 and 60 i'de guess. She looks my way and is saying something i can't hear over the mower and with my ear protection but she seems she might be adjitated so i shut off the blades and turn it down to idle and take off the muffs and begin to walk towards her. What she is saying in a very thick eastern shore accent is "that thangs throwing stones over here an it's hittin my pick-up!!" I appologize and turn the mower to cut away from the road - wich is my normal procedure - but what was odd was my concern with what i am finding attractive these days . . .