I have always loved the idea of gardening. Then I go to do it, and run into the same problem every single time.. weeds. I mean like, what IS the point of them? Luckily I don't have a garden to worry about, but it is my responsibility to stay on top of the little green buggers around the perimeters of the place where I work. (I live in the same building). It's worse to weed them here, because they're wedged between a literal rock and a hard place. Thus I end up with a handful of leaves and a minefield of soon to re-sprout green monsters.
AND my hands now smell of cheap gardening gloves... Harrrumph