I walked slowly, circling the green mass. Maybe the grass wasn't going to get watered, after all. Just as I was about to give up, I remembered what a friend had once told me. When you've got yards and yards of hose, and just don't want to be bothered, just turn the water on. It'll let you know where you're at.
Life sure can be pure hell sometimes.
I looked at the sidewalk, now a glistening wetness in the mid-afternoon sun. I scanned for a spout, a gush, a stream of water. Just benign wetness. After strolling around my enemy one full loop, I lifted my right foot and kicked the curled mass. Abruptly, it spat at me as I uncovered a leak near a loose joint section of hose.