𝔸 guy is reading his paper when his wife walks up behind him and whacks him on the head with a frying pan.
"Ouch! What was that for?" he asks.
She says, "I found a slip of paper in your pocket with Betty Sue written on it."
"Jesus, honey, remember on Saturday when I went to the track? Betty Sue was the name of the horse I bet on."
She shrugs and walks away.
Three days later he's reading his paper when she walks up behind him and whacks him on the back of the head with a frying pan again.
"What was that for?" he asks.
"Your horse called," she says.
We say "track(s)" or "horse race" or "horse track."
"Ouch! What was that for?" he asks.
She says, "I found a slip of paper in your pocket with Betty Sue written on it."
"Jesus, honey, remember on Saturday when I went to the track? Betty Sue was the name of the horse I bet on."
She shrugs and walks away.
Three days later he's reading his paper when she walks up behind him and whacks him on the back of the head with a frying pan again.
"What was that for?" he asks.
"Your horse called," she says.
We say "track(s)" or "horse race" or "horse track."
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