My son Uriah had asked me awhile back to take him fishing. Well, I said he'd have to wait until holidays, but secretly I was hoping he'd forget because I have never prepared the rod, cast the line, and felt the thrill of catching fish. This week I have been on holiday and Uriah has been relentless at holding me to my word. Thanks to brother Steve Krouse and his fishing expertise, he agreed to meet me at a suggested local park and I was able to impress my son (somewhat). Unfortunately Steve hadn't worked out that we were in viewing range for Uriah to see me taking instructions from him.
- Sam is not the employed/contracted mower for the park
- Sam or any of us do not have or have been granted the role of mowing public property
- He's made the council look like they haven't done their job
- Sam didn't get any reward for his effort (other than being the longest surviving batsman for the day)
- And Sam's not a freshy