We’re having some work done on our driveway at Doright Manor. Tree roots had mangled the drive causing it to crack and heave as if an earthquake had struck. The guys began work early this morning and are just now getting ready to add texture to the new concrete so it’ll match the concrete around it.
Studly Doright came in from supervising the workers, peered into the refrigerator, and interrupted my reading to ask, “Which beer should I give the guys?”
“Not my Guinness!” I squeaked, even though I can’t enjoy a Guinness for a few weeks. “There’s Michelob Ultra and Corona in the shop fridge.”
Studly just laughed, saying, “Touchy, aren’t you?” But he did leave my beer alone, thank you very much!
Can’t believe he considered giving my beer away.
He called me out to look at the new section of driveway, and this is what I saw:
Poor little guy’s living quarters have been disrupted! Apparently he’d patrolled the worksite off and on all morning, much to the chagrin of a couple of workers.
I might let the snake have a sip of Guinness to compensate him for his loss. Cheers!