Friday, October 22, 2010

By the way,

there's much to be said for tottery old men who arrive during breakfast, spend an hour and a half fiddling wetly with a washing machine, reveal the embarrassing dishcloth that's been clogging the pump, and diffidently charge the dishcloth's owner 20 dollars. Even if the old men do halt and delay and eventually bring themselves to remark, after many harrumphings, that the Way to a Man's Heart Is through His Stomach, at which earth-stopped moment the dishcloth owner is obliged to chuckle earnestly while feeling like an ingrate for wishing he would just leave.

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