Friday, August 28, 2009
So, for the last two years that we've lived in our current home I have pleaded with my husband to trim our twelve foot bushes to a more manageable size. I've never liked these overgrown shrubs in my back yard, yet somehow no convincing in the world could get my husband to prune them.
Usually when The Hubs lets items on his Honey-Do List go forgotten, I can easily remind him how much easier and cheaper it is to do these things himself. Once when the kids flushed the Hippie Bus from Cars down the toilet and plugged it up I begged my husband for four weeks to unstop the commode. As you can imagine, no one dared use that toilet as the stench was far more than any of us could bare. One day I had enough and called a plumber. When my husband came home that afternoon I told him what I had done and being the cheap man he is immediately took the toilet off the floor and pulled that stinky Hippie out of the flange in the front yard. A wax ring and $1.50 later the toilet was fixed.
Fast forward to today...
For the last five weeks or so in a row two men have knocked on my door wanting to know if they can cut my grass. Being the cheap person I am I keep telling them, "No, my husband has a side business doing yard work and so he can do it when he gets home," which is the complete truth. These two men don't speak a lick of English, so they probably thought I was telling them to come back the next week--which they did.
Thursday, these two men came to my home on schedule and this time I paused and asked them how much they charged for trimming bushes. Since these two men had no idea what I was saying, I had to take them to the back yard where I showed them the bushes and tried to explain to them in English how low I wanted the bushes trimmed. They gave me a price, they trimmed the bushes, and I paid them. Nothing simpler than that.
Then I waited to see how long it would take before The Hubs would notice.
He just better thank me later that I understand some Spanish and therefor knew what the lowest price these two dudes would take.
Oh wait--let's just let him think I trimmed the bushes and bundled them so professional-like.
Hey, I ain't gonna be the one to break the truth to him. Cheapwad.