I usually spend Saturday mornings at Mom's. We have breakfast often, at home or out or I bring Jenny food. There is usually some activity involving Dad. This time of the year Dad's issue is taxes (phew, he's mailing them on Monday.)
After the taxes, we helped Dad throw away a big bag of hardened quik-crete. Mom noticed the little weeds that grow in the cracks of the sidewalk. I'm helping her, more like keeping her company and holding the broom. There is a group of workmen across the street. As workmen will do, they are joking and talking and giving each other directions, using (shall we say) colorful language. I hear them but am not paying too much attention. Until Mom yells out, "Hey guys! Watch your language. There's a couple of ladies here."
A few minutes later she notices even more weeds. She says, "Oh shit!"
I'm still laughing.
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