Bet You Can't Kill Yourself

You crawl under the riding lawn mower waiting for someone to start it up. An hour goes by and nothing. Then two, then three. You end up staying under the mower all night. Sometime in the early hours of the morning you daze off. A medium sized hispanic man with coveralls and a large hat stands over you. " You can not sleep here sir". You get up and begin to walk off and the man hands you five dollars mistaking you for a homeless man. "Here I hope it helps". Embarassed and alive you decide to leave.