Imagine mowing your own yard at your new house, when a neighbor mistakes you for a gardener. Would you be offended, simply correct them, or offer to help?

In this story, one man is in this exact situation, and he chooses the last option. It turns into a super sweet tale.

Let’s read the whole story.

Old Granny mistakes me for a gardener.

A few weeks ago I was working the lawn in my new house. I had just moved in with my wife and we were really working hard to make the place homey.

I was already finishing up the lawn when I saw an old Granny slowly walking towards me.

I turned off my lawn trimmer so I could say hello and not have anything fly towards her.

He quickly realized her mistake.

When she came up she kindly asked me: ” Excuse me, how much do you charge per lawn?”

I looked at her a bit confused but after remembering my attire ( I had a hat, some gloves and safety glasses on) and since I was new in the neighborhood I understood that she had mistaken me for a gardener.

I looked at her and and said: “Hello, how can I help you ma’am?”

She kindly told me that she wanted her lawn mowed but she doesn’t have much money as she lives alone and if I was willing to take 20 for the work.

He decided to help her out.

I looked at her place and saw that the lawn in question was incredibly out of control as if it wasn’t mowed in months and since it was a small area i told the kind Granny: ” Don’t worry ma’am, I will take care of it”.

The deed took me almost 20 minutes to finish mowing and an extra 10 to take the trimmings and clean the surrounding area.

After I was done, she came out of her small house with a tall glass of water which I accepted gladly and proceeded to hand me the money.

That is when I said: ” Don’t worry about that ma’am, I am not a gardener I am actually your new neighbor. I did it because I wanted to not because of the money”

She was really apologetic.

She immediately apologized for the confusion and told me she was ashamed to ask me something like that.

I told her to not worry about that and that it was something I did out of the bottom of my heart and if the she needed help with her lawn to please call me again.

She began to cry and thank me profoundly and began to tell me her story.

It sounds like they’ve become great neighbors.

Turns out that she was living alone for a while and that her husband died a few months ago and she didn’t have anyone to help her as all her children were living in the US.

After the tale she thanked me again and we went our separate ways.

Now, Everytime I help her with her lawn she always gives me a bag of fruit from her mango trees or banana trees and a tall glass of water.

It started out as a misunderstanding, but he turned it into an opportunity to be neighborly. That was so nice of him!

Let’s see how Reddit reacted to this story.

Fruit is literally a sweet form of payment.

This person points out the benefits of being friends with the neighborhood grandma.

It really was a great way to meet a neighbor.

It is a super sweet story!

If only every neighbor were this nice!

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