My maternal parental unit is sometimes ridiculed for her lack of NYC, general geographic, and literary knowledge. But a few weeks ago, she made a stunning joke that referenced a major work of literature, and for this, we must pay homage.
Maternal Unit: I had to stay home and wait for the exterminator on Tuesday morning.
M. Snowe: But, there are no bugs in the house! Back five years ago when I lived there, you refused to get a bug man and we had ants in the summer; and now that the house is bug free, you sign up for a plan where he's showing up every three months!
Maternal Unit: Well, the bug man never showed up anyways, after I waited and waited for him.
M. Snowe: See what happens when you pay for something you don't need?
Maternal Unit: It's okay--next Tuesday, the Bugman Cometh.