Overheard XXIV

26 November 2010 at 22:41 Leave a comment

A guy home from college for Thanksgiving is getting ready to mow the yard.

His parents pull into the driveway and before going into the house stop and chat (I can’t hear what they say).

He says sharply and loudly, “Do you want me to cook?  Or do this,” he asked, pointing at the lawnmower, “make up your mind.”

Mutterings.

The lawnmower starts.

Welcome home!

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