Stories from the Suburbs

So my retired parents have adopted a new, and if you ask me, alarming hobby.  
The way they explain it, on warm days like the ones we've had recently, they pull a couple of those plastic lawn chairs out from the garage, drag them to the middle of the driveway, crack open a couple cans of beer, and just sit there enjoying the weather.  I suppose I should just chalk the whole thing up to two country bumpkins, as my sister so eloquently put it, "channeling their inner white trash."  Still, I can't get the picture out of my head of these old farts sitting on lawn chairs which aren't actually on the lawn.  "We can't put them on the lawn, Sheila.  That'd be ridiculous.  The lawn is still covered in snow!"  Right, mom.  That would be ridiculous.  But sitting in lawn chairs on a partially melted driveway next to a snow-covered lawn.....now that's completely logical!  Ahhhh, parents.