Ox-eyed Daisies on the fence line

The man who mows the ditches of the town roads wanted to talk to me about township business. He saw me outside in the yard and came down my gravel driveway w/ his mower. Fortunately, he didn't disengage and lift the mower so the sides of my driveway are now nicely mowed. Guess you could call that graft since I had an unfair gain because of my position as town clerk. I rationalize it as a perk of office. Of course, that's the kind of thinking that got Blagojevich in trouble.