When does a broken lawn mower become much more than just a mower? How could a broken lawn mower become a point of contention for a happily married couple? After all, it's just a piece of machinery. Or is it? When does it become the central flashpoint between a man and a woman?
Our Lawn Mower Broke, What Could I Do?
When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the truck, the car, playing golf - always something more important to me.
Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.
When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house.
I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush.
I said, "When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway."
(Wait for it)
(Just a little more)
The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp. (Ba Da Bing)
As the young married couple were driving across the state to a family get together, there was some discussion about the importance of making the trip.
Mike: "Tell me why we're spending all this time to see your parents when we just saw them last month over the holidays?"
Janice: "We've been through all of this before. We want to keep the extended family connected, even if we live 245 miles apart."
Mike: "I understand that part, but again, we just saw them for crying out loud!"
Janice: "Don't take that tone of voice with me Michael Raymond!"
Mike: "Oh, so it's Michael Raymond now! Whew!!"
Janice: "That's it, you're impossible!!!"
As they continued to drive, it was necessary to move off the Interstate on to County Highway D. A few miles farther down the two lane road, they approached a farm. The aroma. Okay. The ODOR, was powerful. The smell of pigs, goats, and donkeys met them before the farm came into sight around a curve in the road. As they drove past the farm looking at the animals, the silence was broken:
Mike: "Relatives of yours Janice?"
Janice: "Why yes Mike, thanks for asking. They're my In-Laws!"