It’s Mrs. LaBeaver’s
first day in the carpool.
They honk the horn in front of her house and she comes running out.
gets about halfway down the path when she hears a grunt
and the sound of LaBeaver’s foot tapping on the porch.
turns around and there he is, scowling at her.
She runs back to the steps, lifts his bathrobe, bends over,
kisses his ass, runs back down the path and hops in the car.
ride in silence for a few minutes, until the driver can't stand it and
"Mrs. LaBeaver , it's none of my business, but why'd you kiss his ass?"
"You wouldn't believe his breath in the morning".