Overheard in the Dallas-Fort Worth airport
G.O.B. (good ol’ boy) sitting behind me, in a heavy Texas twang:
“Mah waf just torned forty. I’d like ta trayde her een fer two twenny year olds.”
(Translation: “My wife just turned forty. I’d like to trade her in for two twenty year olds.”)
Ick. I need a shower and the plane’s not even here yet.
