Retired Folk Are Awesome

The older gentleman who lives up the street has it all figured out. Witness this:

His garage door opens, and he emerges astride a riding mower. He motors to his mailbox where he extracts a fistful of envelopes. One wide 270 degree turn in the middle of the street later he is cruising back up the driveway. He and the mower disappear into the garage, and the door closes.

Pft. Who needs a Rascal when you got a Cub Cadet?