Ack! I think I killed my mower! Change the national threat level, we're at defcon 1. Dammit man, this is the Midwest. A man without a mower is nothing. King of the Hill drama is about to ensue.
Men will gather in a circle 'round the wounded beast and speak in hushed, short sentences. Brows will be furrowed, lips pursed, heads scratched. Like at Mayo, Cleveland and Ceders-Sinai, diagnosis will be put forth and challenged. A few will gain credence. Fatalists will call for moving on and a trip to Sears, optimists will call for a specialist, Fred's Small Engine and Bait.
In the end the decision always falls to the family.
Men will gather in a circle 'round the wounded beast and speak in hushed, short sentences. Brows will be furrowed, lips pursed, heads scratched. Like at Mayo, Cleveland and Ceders-Sinai, diagnosis will be put forth and challenged. A few will gain credence. Fatalists will call for moving on and a trip to Sears, optimists will call for a specialist, Fred's Small Engine and Bait.
In the end the decision always falls to the family.