conversation of the day

i was at michaels today, getting something and walked out and down the sidewalk to find t in another store. as i got out of the store, there was a woman in her 70s, yelling to her husband who was sitting in the car with his window open, patiently (yeah, right) waiting for her. the conversation went a little somethin like this:

wife who is holding up really terrible fake flowers: DO YOU THINK WE NEED SOME FLOWERS IN THE FRONT YARD?

husband: well YEAH, but maybe they should be real

wife: well, i don't want to water them

husband: YOU LAZY BITCH