The grass was torn apart by deep tire imprints. My lovely, immaculate grass was destroyed. With a mixture of bewilderment and rage in my heart, I grabbed my cane and staggered outside. When I approached, the spouse emerged. Her tall stature, sultry features, and haughty demeanor caused my blood to boil. I said, trying not to stutter, “Excuse me. “There’s your truck on my grass. Would you kindly move it?
