Counter Fable
He: ” … and I did some sampling at the floor of the Pololu Valley, right about here. It was quite the hike to get down that cliff face, I’ll tell you.”
She: “Lovely. Can you come home now?”
He: “Love to. After they give me what I need to pay the rent.”
She: “Sigh. I know. That makes sense, but …”
He: “I am not making cents!”
She: “Um … tell me something I don’t already …?”
He: “Absolutely not. That would be counterfeiting!”
She: “And when did you start having this thing about carpentry?”
He: “Carpentry?”
She: “If you’re doing finish work, you want the counter to fit, don’t you? If it’s too big, it sticks out; if it’s too small, stuff falls in the cracks. Either way, the customer complains.”
He: “Oh. That. That’s how the breakfast bar got invented.”
She: “It is?”
He: “Of course it is. ‘Dang it, boss, whoever drew these plans was clueless. This counter design don’t fit noplace!‘ ‘Relax, cuz. Just stick it out in the middle of the kitchen and throw a few high stools around it. They’ll never know.'”
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I knew there had to be a logical explanation!
This conversation sounds vaguely familiar!
Smiling-
Hi, Gel! Nice to hear from you.
Hey Quilly, I sneaked over again. Hi. 🙂
I’m liking your play on words, “not making cents!†(no, but he is making sense).
That wouldn’t make so much sense if it were read aloud would it? Just thinking.
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As I pushed the button I noticed that I had the wrong and very old Name link as ‘Website’. This one will be current.
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