Are we talking about the same thing?

Where I used to live, in Pennsylvania, there was a strong Germanic/Dutch influence in the dialect. “Hour” was pronounced “Arr,” for example.

Leaving the office at the end of the work day, a colleague, Lydia, was walking beside me. It was a beautiful afternoon, sunny and blue-skied.

Lydia remarked positively about the weather, then said something that caught my interest.

“When I get home, my husband will have his paramour out in the driveway.”

I stopped walking. “Your husband has a paramour?”

“Sure. Doesn’t everybody?”

I made a mental note to ask my husband a few questions.

“Doesn’t that bother you?”

“Why should it?” She replied.

Bewildered, I asked, “where does he usually keep his paramour?”

“In the garage, silly.”

We started walking again, while I tried to make sense of our little talk.

After a minute or two of silence l, it came to me.

Power mower. He has a power mower.

Ohhhhh…