When I bought my first home at 29, I expected some challenges—leaky pipes maybe, or figuring out trash day—not a neighbor trying to charge me for a lawn I didn’t ask to be mowed. It happened about three weeks after I moved in. I pulled into the driveway and heard a lawnmower running. Curious, I rounded the corner and saw a teen—Tyler—halfway through mowing my front yard. I waved him down. “Hey, I live here. Did I miss something?” “I’m Tyler,” he said, a little out of breath. “I mow lawns for cash. My mom said you’d probably want it done. Usually people pay $50.” I blinked. “Fifty?!
” He shrugged. “She says that’s what it’s worth. I’d take ten…” I explained gently that I hadn’t asked anyone to mow my lawn and wouldn’t pay for something I never agreed to. He looked crushed and left quietly. The next morning, his mom, Julie, showed up on my porch, furious. She accused me of taking advantage of her son and insisted I owed him $50. I told her again—I never hired him,and she had no right to decide what happened on my property. Her parting words: “You’ll regret this.” So… I got creative. Julie’s front yard was a rainbow of chaos—gnomes, flamingos, giant “Live Laugh Love” signs. That weekend, while she was out, I boxed up every single decoration and tidied her yard into a clean, minimalist dream. That evening, she came out screaming. “WHERE ARE MY FLAMINGOS?!” I sipped my coffee. “Oh,
I cleaned up for you. Your yard was cluttered. Figured you’d be grateful.” She threatened to call the police. I offered to return the boxes—safe in my garage—if we could agree this was all a misunderstanding. Her face said she got the message. Tyler returned home during the showdown, confused. I gave him $50 anyway. “You did the work. Just remember—always ask first.” A week later, a tray of overcooked cookies and a note appeared on my porch: “These are from Tyler. Not me. –J” Not quite an apology—but close enoughLesson learned: in homeownership, as in life, respect goes both ways. And sometimes, the best way to teach a lesson… is to mow someone else’s metaphorical lawn.
