Saturday Afternoon

21-VI-2004

On Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in my lawn chair, drinking beer and watching my wife mow the lawn. The neighbour lady from across the street was so outraged at this that she came over and shouted at me, "You should be hung."

I took a drink from my can of XXXX, wiped the cold foam from my lips, lifted my darkened Vuarnet Sunglasses and stared directly at this nosey neighbour and then calmly replied, "I am, that's why she cuts the grass."