work for it

Last night Carlos and I had dinner and drinks with a friend and his mom who is visiting Peru. The conversation turned to the prolific displays of public affection throughout Lima, which often involve fervent spit-swapping. Carlos asked Jesse and Jesse's mom, Susan, if they have noticed the ardent, histrionic lovers. This is how I remember part of our conversation:

Susan: Yes...

Jesse: In Minnesota you're lucky if you get to touch a finger to someone's elbow in public. That's why we go to the movies.

Susan: Yes, in Minnesota, we have to work for it.

If you don't get it, oh well, you had to be there.