Man Vs. Patio

"Hear that?  You hear that?"

"What, Mom?"

"Jackhammering, son.  Nothing else in the world sounds like that.  I love the sound of jackhammering in the morning... the shattering noise... the demolition of concrete.  The pulverizing of my sanity.  Don't you see, son?"

"See what, Mom?"

"The big strong men.  Men with heavy equipment.  Men on a mission of destruction.  A battle of Man vs. Patio.  Smell that, son?"

"What, Mom?"

"The dust, son.  The dust of ancient civilizations.  Powdery white dust covering the entire neighborhood.  Dust and dirt.  Grass and pollen.  So much pollen, son.  Pollen infiltrating the enemy that is my sinus cavity. The dust and the pollen, son. The dirt and the grass. The little that remains of what once was a simple patio.  A simple patio now in ruins... cracked and decimated beyond recognition."

"Why, Mom?  Why?"

"Why not?"

"When will it stop, Mom?"

"When they're done, son.  When they're done."