A few days ago at the Den of Iniquity I worked with my buddy Juan. We usually don’t work together, but that day he was helping up in cabinet set so we were in the same vicinity. Unlike many of my Mexican co-workers, Juan speaks excellent English.

We were discussing our quota for the day, and he asked me how many more units we had left to do. I replied that I didn’t know, but there were enough left that we’d be at work till the cows came home.

“Till the cows come home! What does that mean?!!” He laughed.

Never thought about that before. I said, I don’t know, a long time!

I don’t know what that means. I guess the farmer turns the cows out and they don’t come home until the end of the day maybe.

The cows eventually did come home, but it seems they’ve been staying out longer every day.