You can stop serving me now

When I was a youth, there was one service project I helped with where my task was to trim some bushes. I spent at least an hour trimming and shaping the bushes so they would look just right.

When I stepped back to admire my handiwork, I saw that I trimmed almost everything off the branches. They looked like a tiny row of Charlie Brown Christmas trees.

The folks we were serving were a little shocked, but understanding.  And, luckily for me, the bushes grew back!