Broken Mower (joke)
When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting
to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something
else to take care of first, the truck, the car, fishing, always
something more important to me.
Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. When I
arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily
snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched silently for a
short time and then went into the house.
I was gone only a few minutes. When I came out again I handed her
a toothbrush. "When you finish cutting the grass," I said, "you
might as well sweep the sidewalk."
The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.