Cranks My Tractor

Published: Thursday, February 13, 2014 at 09:08 AM.

So I had to ask her, “Why stop at the garage?” 

Why not go ahead and stage a few more pictures?

Perhaps, she could have pulled the car into the kitchen, propped her son against it and had her husband in the background doing the dishes – better yet, he could have been unloading the dishwasher with the trash under one arm while replacing the trash can liner with one of his feet.

Again, her one little picture of this proud moment was serving to beat up husbands everywhere and cause them all sorts of pain, punishment and scolding.

After they took a few pictures in the kitchen, they could have moved into the den.  Again, we would see the same car, the same fine young man who had paid for his first car working hard in the summer and in the background there would be a pristine den with no shoes on the floor and no dog on the sofa.  Her husband would be sitting goo-goo-eyed with one of those Batman speech bubbles coming out of his mouth.  It wouldn’t say “Bang” or “Pow,” it would say, “Would you rather watch Sleepless in Seattle, You’ve Got Mail or What Women Want?”

Quite possibly, her husband would be rubbing her feet or handing her a bowl of ice cream – maybe even feeding it to her.

The “Bang’s” and “Pow’s” would be used by women whose husbands have garages that look like something from one of those television shows about people who never get rid of anything.

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