The Sodbuster and the Free Spirit

Ten rolls of sod, an after dinner boulevard job, no big deal, but has to be done by sundown. Grab that hose and wet 'em down good, Sodbuster, make 'em stick.

Up walks the Free Spirit, barefoot and thirty years past girlhood but still with a gleam in her eye.

"Be needing a foot wash tonight Ma'am?"

"No thanks" she says, looking back with a laugh. "You're always working around here, making things look so nice..."

"Well, after twenty-five years I hope I've made a difference."

The Free Spirit twirls around, as if she were still sixteen, and continues on her way.

And the very capable Sodbuster, always the jobber- never the champion, loses another match.