Gramma told me to mow the lawn while she's gone. Dutifully I went into the garage yesterday, and got out the lawn mower. I started it up...

...and mowed the damn lawn for over half an hour before I accidentally grabbed the little bar under the handle and realized it was a POWERED mower!

It was like pushing a rock up a hill, swear to God. I'm even injured - I have a big nasty blister on my thumb. I couldn't figure out how my old grandmother could possibly drive the damn thing every week.