A black South African homeowner in one of the former white suburbs in Gauteng put on his oldest, grubbiest clothes one Saturday morning, as many people do, when taking care of the chores and yard work we tend to put off for weeks.
His list of yard chores were quite extensive that day. He mowed the lawn, pruned the fruit trees for spring, cleaned the garage and the roof gutters and was halfway through loading the garden refuge onto the back of his bakkie, to take to the dump, when a guy in a shiny German car pulled up to the curb:
"Say, my man, you've really whipped this old place into shape!"
Homeowner: "Why, thanks for noticing, sir! I must admit, I actually dreaded the load of work I had to do. Thanks again for the compliment."
Shiny-car-driver: "So, how much do you get for a day of yard work?"
Taken aback by the old racial steriotype being applied, the homeowner recovered quickly. After only hesitating for a split second, he answered:
"Boss, the lady who lives here, she lets me sleep with her!"
