Words at Your Service

       It's trash night.  I was pulling the barrels out to the curb for tomorrow morning's pickup.  Connie was bringing out the empty bags she used at the grocery and putting them in the car as I went by.

       "Getting them out of the way," she said.

       I knew what she meant; she didn't like 'em lying inside our front door all week.  As she was heading back into the house, I was about to say, "I've got a neat wife," and then it occurred to me . . . and I said:

       "I've got a neat wife, in more than one way."

       She said, "Oh yeah," but smiled too as she turned and went in.