1916. Why don’t you suck eggs? © Bruce Goodman 23 August 2020

I paid good money to a tree doctor to have the dead tree cut down and taken away that was disfiguring my garden lawn. And what happened? The idiot cut down the wrong tree. He’s not going to get paid. “You’re not getting paid,” I told him. “You’ve cut down the wrong tree.” “You’ll pay me or else,” he said. “I cut down the tree you pointed out.” “You’re not getting paid, and that’s that,” I said. “Lady, why don’t you suck eggs?” Well, that settled that. I’m not going to have a bigoted lumberjack cut down my wrong tree and tell me to suck eggs. Who does he think he is? Does he think he’s Lord Muck of Egypt or what? He can put his chainsaw in his pipe and smoke it. All that was seven years ago. I still can’t mow my lawn. Sometimes I wish I’d never married him. Contact Author Back to Still More Stories Index Next Story Previous Story