What the House Painter Saw

The running joke has always been tanned fat is better than white fat. With that in mind, I pulled off my shirt as I mowed the backyard.

Soon I was joined by our house-mate, Kay Casti. She had decided to grab a rake and gather some of the clippings into a pile and enjoy the sunshine too.

Meanwhile, I continued to push the mower back and forth.

The next time I looked up, Kay was topless. I was surprised at this otherwise modest grandma for allowing herself to be seen half-naked.

She looked at me and started laughing. But the look on my face must have said something different, so she turned around.

Jus’ over the fence was the house painter hired by our neighbors. He was standing on a tall ladder alongside the house, looking in our direction.

Kay’s scream could be heard over the roar of the lawn mower.