Sitting in a restaurant that we frequent entirely too much, we realized that the table next to us was filled with a few folks who had had a little too much to drink.
As we waited for our food to arrive we listened to their conversation for entertainment. I should note here, we were not eavesdropping, they were speaking loudly enough so that anyone within a ten-foot radius could clearly understand them.
Halfway through their conversation and they started discussing who does the lawn and who does not. One man (pictured here, second from the right) turned to his wife and said, in a deep southern accent, “You didn’t marry no yard man…Didjya?!”.
He kept going, mentioning that he was not going to do shrubs or bushes and refuses to weed-eat, claiming that it is the worst part of the lawn.
At this point we were fighting to keep our laughter in and though our service that night from the restaurant was terrible, it was worth it because of this exchange.