“Pa, where are ya?”
“Out here on the farmer’s porch, Ma.”
“What in tarnation are you doin’ out there with all them mo-skeeters?”
“Just tryna catch a cool summer breeze is all.”
“Well come on inside! We got this fancy air conditionin’ for a reason!”
“Dagnabbit, Ma, I’ll have to work eight days a week to pay for that newfangled contraption. Might as well stay out here.”
“Giddyup on inside, farmhand. These new solar panels got our meter runnin’ backwards. We can get this A/C turnt up and it won’t cost us nothin’, no-how.”
“Aw, shucks, Ma, that’s right! And our array’s lookin’ finer’n a shiny red pickup with a good spare tire. Alright, I’m set to skedaddle. I reckon it’ll start to rain soon.”
“Yessiree, and you’ll be snug as a bug inside. We’re sittin’ pretty with this here solar array from My Generation Energy!”
