monday morning wake up call

the gardener has been in front of the house for over 2 hours. ever since i got out of bed half an hour ago and situated myself next to the front window to check emails on the computadora, he has been pacing back and forth alongside the 12 foot long patio wall, wielding a leaf blower and attempting to make eye contact. he's either a terrible gardener, a pervert, or a thief.