Weather, Whimsy

Overheard at Dawn

Humid morning, fan blowing, everything just a tad damp, husband with hair standing up on one side, wife with enormous hair due to the weather.

He (without opening eyes): What time is it?

She (has to open hers): 6:20.

He (eyes still closed, determinedly): Have you checked on the dogs?

She (isn’t this obvious?): No. But didn’t you get up at four or something?

He (sleepily): I thought I heard barking.

She (looks at him): No, it was a crow. It’s Trash Day, and they were having their usual crow party.

He (opens one eye): Did they have an Open Crow Bar?