In which I go a little too far, and earn some respect, and a beer
So, I was mowing my lawn this afternoon, and for those that don't know, we have one of the old school push reel mowers (the kind that don't take gas). This is an extremely hard chore, and often involves several breaks before I can finish.
Anyway, I was mowing the lawn, and the kindly old lady across the street had some of her children/family over, and they were all playing beanbags (I refuse to call it cornhole) on the front lawn. After a while, the youngest son (I say young but he's in his 40s), Todd, who I've met before call out:
"Don't you ever get tired of doing that?"
To which I reply, "Sometimes."
Bootsy (the kindly old lady) says to no one in particular: "That's how real men mow lawns."
The other male in the yard (who I now know is her nephew-in-law, Chris) responds with, "Real men can afford gas mowers."
To which I respond without thinking, "Last time I checked, women like a man who doesn't need a power tool to get the job done."
At which point everyone starts laughing and his face turns bright red. I'm sure that he's going to explode, but instead he responds with: "Fair enough, want a beer to cool you off?"
I accepted the beer, thanked them all kindly, and went back to mowing the lawn. I really love this town.
Anyway, I was mowing the lawn, and the kindly old lady across the street had some of her children/family over, and they were all playing beanbags (I refuse to call it cornhole) on the front lawn. After a while, the youngest son (I say young but he's in his 40s), Todd, who I've met before call out:
"Don't you ever get tired of doing that?"
To which I reply, "Sometimes."
Bootsy (the kindly old lady) says to no one in particular: "That's how real men mow lawns."
The other male in the yard (who I now know is her nephew-in-law, Chris) responds with, "Real men can afford gas mowers."
To which I respond without thinking, "Last time I checked, women like a man who doesn't need a power tool to get the job done."
At which point everyone starts laughing and his face turns bright red. I'm sure that he's going to explode, but instead he responds with: "Fair enough, want a beer to cool you off?"
I accepted the beer, thanked them all kindly, and went back to mowing the lawn. I really love this town.