Last night, after hubby abandoned the broken dishwasher, curbside:
SJG: "It looks so sad out there, next to the trash cans."
H: "It's fine."
SJG: "It's not fine. It's broken."
H: "I bet it'll be gone in the morning."
SJG: "I bet it won't. Why would anyone want a broken dishwasher?"
H: "I've seen those guys cruising the neighborhood. They'll pick up anything for scrap."
SJG: "There's no way it's not there in the morning."
H: "How much do you want to bet?"
SJG: "Name your price."
H: "One million dollars."
SJG: "You're on."
Last night, around 10, upon arriving home from dance:
SJG: "It's still out there."
H: "It won't be in the morning."
This morning:
H: "Guess what's gone?"
SJG: "No. Seriously?"
H: "Pay up."
SJG: "It may take me a few days to raise the cash."
H: "You've got till this evening, then I send the boys."
Sheesh! Hubby had good training from the Mob!
ReplyDeleteI left a sofa outside on the curb that my dogs used as a pee station for years. The sofa was gone in 5 hours. Who are these people who grab this broken down worthless crap?
ReplyDeleteVicki, hubby knows things. I'm just sayin'. And bro', thanks for the sofa. It works well with my decor.
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