Bear and I were sitting on the front porch, when one of the roofers working across the road shouted an impressively creative string of profanities. She looked at me with wide eyes, obviously wanting to laugh but checking my reaction first. Before I could comment, the same guy launched into a charming impromptu song containing the lyric "Then I licked her -", which was blesedly drowned out by his buddy's roars of appreciative laughter.
After moving our lunch inside, I explained calmly to Bear that when you don't go to college & find yourself nailing shingles to a roof for minimum wage, you have to make your own entertainment.
"Boy, they must be really bored," she commented.