Digging and digs

Yesterday afternoon, I dug new vegetable beds in someone else’s garden. I walked there with my large hoe in hand. On the way, I stopped for a coffee, and entered the café with my implement.

One of the guys (about my age) at the bar made much of this, pretending to be afraid of me with my agricultural weapon at my side.

I said, “Don’t worry, I come in peace.”

He replied, “For a moment, I thought you were my mother-in-law”, thereby introducing two insults into one inebriated sentence.

I could not resist. I said, “Fortunately, that is not the case”, which was met with general laughter.

A woman walked into a bar with a hoe in her hand...

Yeah, village humour.

©2019 Allison Wright

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