She looked out the window. “You want us to move to a town that has painted their water tower to look like a boob?”
“It’s not a boob, it’s a flower,” he said.
“Okay. You want us to move to a town that has given it’s water tower a pastie.”
“At least you know they are of high moral character.”
“Because even the water tower in never naked?”
“Still looks like a boob.”
“Let’s not mention that to the sundry.”
“You hope I don’t mention it to the sundry.”
He pulled the truck into the driveway of a ranch style house with blue siding. The realtor was waiting for them in the yard.
“Love the flower on the water tower,” she said as she shook the realtor’s hand.
“There’s been a big debate going on, some people around here think it looks like a boob,” said the realtor.