I was waiting in New York (City!) for a package to be found in the post office. I wondered, while very smart and adept personnel searched for my friend's parcel, what I would do if the package required a dollie (or wheel-barrow...).
Would I wuss out and ask for a re-delivery?
No. I would give five dollars to one of the kids playing hookie that was wearing those annoying/cool shoes with a wheel in the heel. I would tell him to stand as stiff as a board, then I would waddle the box up on his feet. Then, I would tip him back, enacting the wheel action of his super sick-nasty-licious shoes and dollie my parcel past glory and eternal cleverness home.
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