The grass eater

All of a sudden I was aware of an increasing noise. Had a helicopter landed in our social housing enclave? No. It was only the biggest ride on mower I’ve yet seen in our environs. Talk about using a sledgehammer to crack a nut? I could have done that with a wee handmower. Back and forwards he went, his motor sounding angrier at every turn.
Well, Martin, did you get your grass cut?
I suppose so.
Then what are you complaining about?
I like complaining.
Have you ever thought about taking up fly fishing or yoga?