Revenge of the Lawn Mower

Gentle readers, I am home in the evening literally one night a week.  I am either in class or running errands.  On the rare occasion I am home, I am slaving away at my computer or playing Angry Birds, I mean reading.  Tonight, while I had all the above to do (sans class) I decided to take my reading outside.  I wanted to enjoy this lovely spring evening as apparently did the rest of my neighbors.  While reading my exciting book, I was overcome with drowsiness and closed my eyes to combat this symptom. 

ROOOOOOOOAAAAAAARAARRRRRR!!!! (the sound of weed wacker)

The Hillbilly neighbors (the origination of this lovely bunch is another post I am slowly working on)  have decided to do their yard work during my nap.  Now- even as I read this I realized most of my audience will be saying that I am whining and so what if they are mowing their lawn.  Now hear this.  They are unemployed.  They literally have All. Day. to do yard work.  Even if the adult male doesn't want to, he has two teenage/college age slaves, er, I mean sons to do this work during the day. 

I digress.  As the hillbilly adult male puffed away on his cigarette and pushed his little red lawn mower over his postage stamp, I heard a loud THUNK.  I must admit, at first I was angry at this obnoxious sound.  I can tune sounds out but the interrrupted hum of the mower was quite annoying. 
But after the start of the lawn mower followed by another CLUNK, I smiled w/ glee.  Now fully awake, I laughed to myself as the neighbor tried (unsuccessfully) to remedy the continuous CLUNK. 

Oh, gentle readers, that is not the revenge.  I plan on mowing MY lawn this Saturday night.  Or perhaps Friday night after class?  Hope no one plans on enjoying their backyards. Perhaps I should supplement my mowing with the tunes of a talented artist.  Ludacris comes to mind.  Any suggestions?