I work as a tour guide in a museum, antiques from 1875-1948, mostly farm equipment. Today an older couple came in for a tour, this was their conversation:
*Looking at yokes*
Husband(to wife): “Do you know what these are for, Vivian? You put them over your neck, or on an animal’s neck, use it to carry buckets and stuff. My mother used to make me wear one when I worked on the farm.”
Wife (Vivian): “Yoke’s on you, huh?”
Husband: “Every fucking day with you, Viv.” *turns to me* “45 fucking years with these jokes. Every goddamn day.”
Vivian was still laughing to herself as they walked off.