Fine, I know I'm guilty that I don't have enough customers, yes I should have seen the recession coming and adjusted my attitude sooner (if I should've ever copped one), my pride is still too high for my own good and I know our soldiers blood pays for our gas, and all of the rest and everything else with the foreclosures and the banks and what have you I'm fine with. And I've lowered my prices considerably, been pretty nice to these folks in comparison to years past, bent over backwards to please their demands, yes sir / yes ma'am / ok and thank you and please and everything else, too... So then how goes it? Folks calling all freaked out about why I haven't come out to cut the lawn when I know it doesn't need it... A simple check of the schedule tells me as much and I tell them it doesn't need it at all but back and forth it goes because their little heart won't calm down until I show up and sure enough it really doesn't need it! It's not like it's 2-3 days away from needing it, it's like it still looks freshly cut... And I tell them if I run the mower my blades won't even touch the grass it is so not in need of cutting but I still can not leave because three little blades are 1/16th of an inch above the rest of the turf and blablabla and pitter patter and chit chat and back and forth it goes, 30-45 minutes time holding hands and would I like to come in for a drink and so on, and so forth... That's on the rich side of things, perhaps I should be grateful I didn't get "bestowed upon the privilege of being 'allowed' the opportunity to work" this time... On the other hand I did think about this and the next time someone offers a drink I'm going to ask for food and a meal, seeing how it would have been cheaper than to buy a foot-long sub at the station later. On the poor side of things I am grateful they do respect me, that much is a relief from this side of earth to heaven and back, to be sure. But at 1/2 price they still can't afford it, bless their hearts they work two jobs and can't make ends meet here's another 30-45 minutes gone and as soon as they see me bending over backwards it starts all over and it doesn't ever end here, either. Now I don't got a 1/2 a leg to stand on, but I do got a mind to cop this attitude if I'm going down then I'll go down with pride and all, heck if it's going to be this way with me driving all over the county eating 12 MPG BLOOD fuel what good does it do? Maybe I'm just the most ungrateful sob on the face of the earth... Or maybe I'll print a few copies of this, then when it starts I just hand it to the customer and not say another word.