Our lawn mower was broken and my wife kept nagging that I should get it fixed. But somehow, the message never sank in.
Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. When I came home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a pair of scissors.
I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a few moments and when I came back out again I handed her a toothbrush. I told her when you finish cutting the grass you might as well sweep the sidewalk.
The doctor says I will probably walk again, but will always have a limp.