Mr. C. & Mrs A. live in the country. Not exactly the country, but not the suburbs either. Let's say that they are living in a particularly green suburb, or the concrete country, take your pick. I have known them for fifteen years, and while not deep green, they have always had ecological penchants. They were the first to travel the city by bike, day or night, the first to have an hybrid car, and now they have a potager garden and tiny greenhouse that smells good of tomatoes. Of course, their house is a non-smoking area.
Around 0100, Mr. T. and me were smoking and chit-chatting in the dark, close to the greenhouse, when Mrs. A. came by putting a headlamp on her brow and looking into her jumpsuit pockets. She found some tobacco and began to roll a cigarette, fully concentrated on her task.
- Mr T. "What are you up to?"
- Mrs. A., spitting some tobacco "Looking for slugs."
- Mr. T. "What for?"
- Mrs. A., lightning her cigarette "Kill'em."
Mr. T. and me exchanged a blank look.
"Then" went Mrs. A. "I cut'em and leave the pieces around. The fuckers eat each other, so I can come by half an hour later and have some more to kill."
Rinse and repeat ;-)
Around 0100, Mr. T. and me were smoking and chit-chatting in the dark, close to the greenhouse, when Mrs. A. came by putting a headlamp on her brow and looking into her jumpsuit pockets. She found some tobacco and began to roll a cigarette, fully concentrated on her task.
- Mr T. "What are you up to?"
- Mrs. A., spitting some tobacco "Looking for slugs."
- Mr. T. "What for?"
- Mrs. A., lightning her cigarette "Kill'em."
Mr. T. and me exchanged a blank look.
"Then" went Mrs. A. "I cut'em and leave the pieces around. The fuckers eat each other, so I can come by half an hour later and have some more to kill."
Rinse and repeat ;-)
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