Mrs Pic called me at sea.

“The lawn is mowed. I thought we agreed not to hire a lawn service.”

“I didn’t hire a lawn service.”

“Who mowed the lawn?”

“Either Neighbor Bob of Neighbor Larry,” I answered.

“I also found a box bolted to the wall in (secret location I won’t post here). What’s in it? It’s locked. Where are the keys?”

“I have one, Bob has one, Larry has one. The other is in the key box. Please stay out of the box. It doesn’t concern you.”

Yada, yada, yada.


Five minutes later. Phone rings.

“There’s 2 bottles of whiskey in the box.”

“Correct. I asked you to stay out of the box.”

“What’s it doing there?”

“Which bottle is open, the Jameson’s or the Jim Beam.”

“The one with the clear bottle and the white label has a couple drinks taken out of it.”

“Please put the bottles back where you found it and lock it back up and I’ll answer your earlier question,” I said. “Please do what you’re told.”

She was on her cell phone, so I knew she was next to the box in question.

“It’s locked,” she said.

“Neighbor Larry mowed the lawn,” I stated. “He doesn’t drink Irish, Bob does.”


Yeah, it’s that easy.

Good choice, or you'd have arfcomers constantly lurking around with power tools

Sounds like someone needs to keep their woman in line!

You're a genius.

Should electrify the box next time, with a combo to deactivate.

I'll wind up running TV cable or some other little thing. The hootch is just sort of an added courtesy.

Every time I do something for Bob, I generally get a dinner out of the deal. Larry hands me a beer or 3.

For some reason this thread made my day. Good to know that there are good neighbors left......

I pretty much am. Mrs Pic comes over and feeds the cat while I am gone.

Good work pic!

for the perusal of the evening membership