TIFU: Trying to get my yard mowed (NSFW: language)

So, being legally blind, I don't do well mowing the lawn. I have had a kid from the neighborhood mow my lawn since shortly after my wife and I bought our house five years ago.

He was supposed to come out last weekend, but went MIA.

I tried texting him, and calling him; total radio silence. By Tuesday my yard was looking like a jungle. So, I went to Craigslist.

I found a guy, college age kid according to the ad, and he said he could come out by Thursday evening.

After making these arrangements, my usual kid hit me up. Turns out he has a new job, and had lost his phone, and yadda, yadda, yadda. I didn't tell him about the other guy, I just told him not to worry about it "this time".

So, next thing I know, CollegeKid hits me up and tells me he forgot he had something to do Thursday and asks if we can do Wednesday instead. "Perfect", I think to myself and tell him that would be great.

Wednesday afternoon rolls around and about 30-minutes before he's supposed to show up we have a massive thunderstorm roll in.

We talked about doing the lawn Friday evening (tonight) but I had a funeral to go to. So, we plan on shooting for Thursday afternoon around 2pm. I'd have to cut out of work a little early, but it was doable.

Just as I'm getting ready to leave work...thunderstorm. Dammit.

So, now we are shooting for today at noon. Now, I don't drive (being legally blind and all) so I have to get a cab from work. I double check with CollegeKid to make sure we are still a go and I'm on my way.

The weather's perfect. Sunny, puffy white clouds. Finally, gonna get this done. CollegeKid hits me up at noon and says "be there in 10."

"No sweat" I think to myself, "take all the time you need".

Thirty minutes later, CollegeKid still hasn't arrived. My sister, back at my office sends me a text telling me It's storming at my office. "Wow, looking outside, the weather is still perfect, but my office is 20-minutes north of here. Then I hear it, the loud rumble of thunder. I walk around the corner of my house and can see the nightmarish black clouds.

I grab my phone to reply to my sister. I sent three texts rapid fire.

Me: "Just heard Thunder and can see it North of here. God dammit!"

Me: "Figures the mother-fucker would be late"

Me: "he could have been half done by now."

I continue my little tantrum in my carport, waiting for CollegeKid to roll up when I get a reply message.

CollegeKid: "Are you talking about me?"

I have never misfired a text like this before. I am probably just as stunned as he is. Well, dammit, this can go one of three ways. I can lie, say it was something work related. I was sufficiently vague. Maybe he'll buy it.

I can be honest, maybe he'll laugh it off because he's just as frustrated as I am by this whole thing by now....or....

Me: "yeah, sorry, my office just told me it's storming up there and I can see it coming"

Me: "just frustrated"

Me: "I thought I was replying to them"

CollegeKid: "Do your own yard, see ya"

Followed immediately by a thunderstorm; perfect.

----- Post script; I hit up my usual kid and he said he'd be able to do it this weekend "weather permitting".

Edit: formatting