One Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in my lawn chair, drinking ah carib and watching my wife mow the lawn.
The neighbor lady from across the street was so outraged at this that she came over and shouted at me, "You should be hung."
I took a drink from my bottle of Carib, wiped the cold foam from my lips, lifted my darkers and stared directly at this nosey neighbor and then calmly replied, "I am, that's why she cuts the grass."