One of the first people I met when we moved here was a lady named Kim at the bank. Kim immediately recognized that I am a grumpy old man and she really enjoys doing anything to make me grumpier. She and her husband live in the commune and this week I had need to borrow a battery charger for a golf cart. Kim had one and told me to contact her husband, the house manager. Kim works and hubby does not. He’s retired like me.
After all these years of not working while my wife works, I now know what I am - a house manager. Since I know a lot of husbands of like kind, I think we should form a union. We could hold meetings at whatever bar and grill and exchange recipes and cleaning tips. Maybe an occasional fishing trip or golf outing would be on the important things to do list. But, most importantly, I think we could demand better working hours, higher pay and more "benefits" or we’ll go on strike. There is strength in numbers.
I really hope the wives will be willing to negotiate with us. It will be really hot walking a picket line in this East Texas weather.
And, I don’t look good in an apron.
PMO
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