Two old guys take on a really dangerous job.
Cecil turned off the TV.
“Why did you do that? I was watching!” Sid said grumpily.
“Yeah sure! With your nose buried in the crossword,” Cecil shot back.
“Well, I was listening then.”
“They’re up to no good,” Cecil whispered.
“How can you tell?” Sid muttered.
“They’re too quiet.”
Cecil stood up and grabbed his cane.
“Where are you off to, Gramps?”
“I’m gonna check.”
Sid sighed and moved his recliner back to a chair. He put on his slippers and stood up.
“I think you’re crazy! They’re just being quiet, but if you insist on looking, I’ll come for back up!”
“I don’t need no backup! I was in The War you know!”
“Yeah, but we’re talking about something more dangerous!”
Cecil stopped to consider his comment.
“Well, if you insist.”
“Besides, we can grab a beer and a sandwich on the way back,” Sid suggested.
Cecil stopped again to lick his lips.
“You’re probably right! They’re quiet, maybe they’re sleeping,” he said and made a new beeline to the kitchen.
As they were headed back with their snacks, their wives came in the door.
“How are the kids?” Erma, Cecil’s wife asked.
“Did you feed them?” Lydia, Sid’s wife wondered.
The two men looked at each other. When the wives saw that, they took off for the playroom.
“Oh no! Sid Jr. is wearing the contents of his diaper and Bonny is covered in makeup!” Erma yelled.
“Didn’t you two look in when it got quiet?” Lydia shouted.
The men looked at each other again and headed for the door. Within minutes, they were settled in the local sports bar with beers in front of them.
“Remind me never to offer to babysit the grandkids again,” Sid said.
“Only if you remind me first,” Cecil replied.