Photo Source: Unsplash I stopped by my father’s bungalow on my way home from work. I’d called him the prior evening and asked if I could borrow his lawnmower. Mine was on the fritz and I couldn’t afford a new one yet, and wasn’t sure anyone repaired lawnmowers anymore, or ever for that matter. I also planned on calling him after I was done and suggesting I hold onto it. He had a small yard and a bad back and I could mow it for him. Would be happy to on the weekends. Better than him paying...