This is a true story about greener grass somewhere. The funny thing about true stories is that different people interpret them differently. And the same people can interpret them differently on different days.


I mean, how do you know the grass is truly greener on the other side? What makes you think the grass will still be greener by the time you get there? And what's so wrong in lowering your expectations to match the not-so-green grass where you are?


Source of true story: The Humble Farmer (aka Robert Skoglund. http://thehumblefarmer.com/) told me this story. He also told me it is true. But if truth be told, I feinted and adapted it slightly for my purpose. In true nonsense at work style.