He asked me to get off his lawn.

I was bored and walking around the neighborhood when I saw a man who was about 80 water his lawn. The sprinklers weren't working, so he had to do it with a hose. <br><br>After a few minutes, I noticed he had a hard time holding the hose and watering his lawn at the same time. He probably wouldn't have been able to hold up for much longer. I walked up to him and held the hose for him for about 30 minutes. We talked and got to know each other a bit. Turns out he's a widower who lives alone. When he said he probably wouldn't be able to get a new sprinkler system tomorrow, I offered to hold the hose for him every night for as long as it takes. He was really thankful. <br><br>Yesterday, we talked about things we like and dislike, and what we did before we retired. I asked him what he would do when he gets a new sprinkler, and he said he'd probably ask me to get off his lawn. I said it was only fair, that I'd ask him to get off mine if he ever came to my house. <br><br>But I don't have a lawn. I'm homeless.