Monday, November 02, 2009

Always on the job

The scene: Sunday evening. Our living room. Byrd and I are sitting on the couch discussing what to eat for dinner.

Byrd [shifting uncomfortably]: Hmm, something in my front pocket is stabbing me in the thigh.

Me: Yeah, it's probably your keys.

Byrd [digging in his pocket]: I don't think my keys are in my pocket.

Me: Possibly it's the corner of your cell phone, then?

Byrd [stands up, still digging]: Hang on, I found the culprit.

Byrd pulls a wrench, three screwdrivers, and a handful of bolts out of his front pants pocket.

Me: . . . !

Byrd: Ah, much better.

6 comments:

Kari in WeHo said...

bwa ha ha ha. Sometimes I can't figure guys out

laura said...

Dennis the Menace is alive and well!

Dennis the Vizsla said...

"Is that a wrench in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? ... Oh, it's a wrench."

Brownie said...

Bwah haha... what Dennis said!
xoxo,
Brownie

forsythia said...

It's midnight. Do you know where your wrench is?

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