Then, without warning, the quiet of the day was shattered by a loud, "CRUUUUUNCHHHHH!"
The housewife jumped right out of her skin. Shaken, she looked for the source of the noise. Just some little plastic thingie. It was with relief that the housewife continued her mowing.
What the housewife didn't know was that the little plastic thingie was a sprinkler head.
What she didn't know was that that sprinkler head could not be replaced because of its age. What she didn't know was that she had just killed the entire sprinkler system.
So now the housewife and her man don't water their lawn. When the grass turns the inevitable dull shade of brown to which they've become accustomed, they brag to each other that they are helping the grass by letting it go into a natural dormant state. What they don't say is that they have become too
But their neighbor waters his lawn. He waters it twice and sometimes three times a day. He waters enough for the housewife's sump-pump to turn on every day. And this makes the housewife's lawn look even more pitiful.