We had a guy across the street who would mow his lawn just after first light on Sunday morning before he headed off to Mass. He wondered why people in the neighborhood didn't like him? They didn't last long in the neighborhood.
BTW, he was one of those Bermuda shorts, black socks and dress shoe type mowers. They're the worst kind of lawn Nazi.
The guy who lives in the house now is a Hank Hill type. He even works for the gas company. He mows three times a week whether it needs it or not. At least he has the decency to mow in the evening in normal clothes.
I did catch the gas man on an aluminum ladder trying to pressure clean his gutters as a thunderstorm rolled in, but that's adventure upkeep, not a breach of common decency like mowing your lawn at 6:30 on a Sunday morning in a silly outfit.