Fleeting plumber's putty (say that 3 times fast)
Is it too late to teach an old dog new tricks?
I ran into a perfectly lovely lady today, of whom I have just a mild acquaintance. It was in one of those big box stores. You know the kind, they have groceries and nails; dog food and rat poison; delicate cafe curtains and tires. One stop shopping they call it. I call it a pain in the foot!
We had a perfectly lovely conversation about why we were buying the items that were in our buggy. She was looking for a closet organizer system. I was looking for plumber's putty, that was after I picked up a dozen eggs and milk. After a few minutes of light conversation, my acquaintance said that she needed to go, that her husband would be looking for her shortly.
"Wait," I said, "Your husband is in the store with you right now?"
"Why, certainly. He needed some string for his lawn trimmer. Why?"
"Well, my husband is the one who needs the plumber's putty. I'm not about to get under the kitchen sink to repair the drain. But, Old Man is waiting in the car for me. He wrote down everything I need to know to find this stuff."
"Oh, honey, you just ain't got it right. The first few times my husband sent me in to pick up something like that, I always brought back the wrong thing."
Hmmmm, brought back the wrong thing? It took years to convince Old Man that I had a little grey matter floating around on top my shoulders. Do I really want to dumb it down? Well, Dear Reader, to get out of searching for plumber's putty again, I'd do anything.
I ran into a perfectly lovely lady today, of whom I have just a mild acquaintance. It was in one of those big box stores. You know the kind, they have groceries and nails; dog food and rat poison; delicate cafe curtains and tires. One stop shopping they call it. I call it a pain in the foot!
We had a perfectly lovely conversation about why we were buying the items that were in our buggy. She was looking for a closet organizer system. I was looking for plumber's putty, that was after I picked up a dozen eggs and milk. After a few minutes of light conversation, my acquaintance said that she needed to go, that her husband would be looking for her shortly.
"Wait," I said, "Your husband is in the store with you right now?"
"Why, certainly. He needed some string for his lawn trimmer. Why?"
"Well, my husband is the one who needs the plumber's putty. I'm not about to get under the kitchen sink to repair the drain. But, Old Man is waiting in the car for me. He wrote down everything I need to know to find this stuff."
"Oh, honey, you just ain't got it right. The first few times my husband sent me in to pick up something like that, I always brought back the wrong thing."
Hmmmm, brought back the wrong thing? It took years to convince Old Man that I had a little grey matter floating around on top my shoulders. Do I really want to dumb it down? Well, Dear Reader, to get out of searching for plumber's putty again, I'd do anything.
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