One day recently, while Mr. Crow hogged all the food during a meal at their tiny, second-floor Union St abode, Mrs. Crow yelled at him to find them a better place to live. "I'm sick of cable! I want satellite TV............and a better view!"
"ALRIGHT!", said Mr. Crow with his mouth full. "Just quit nagging me!"
He found a place nearby a couple of days later on my roof and grabbed it because it had Dish Network - which he loved - so they moved in.
"I HATE Dish Network", screamed Mrs. Crow. "I want DirecTV!". Mr. Crow stood firm.
"That's it! I'm outta here!", she squawked. Mr. Crow didn't care - more Dish for him.
Mrs. Crow arrives at her new DirecTV home.
Mrs. Crow is happy with her new DirecTV - and that she's close to Sears - and crows about that to hubby.
It turns out that Mrs. Crow also cleaned out their bank account. Penniless, Mr. Crow was evicted and now spends his days atop a tree watching incoming traffic for free.
