Not me. My last vestige of haute couture involved a paper shredder and a necktie. There is a red circle/slash with a necktie inside the circle and under the slash on our office shredder, so in the interest of advancing knowledge, I decided to see what would happen if a tie got caught in it. Now I know. The paper shredder climbed right up the tie.
I tightly rolled the rest of my ties, packed them into a post office mailing box, printed a professional grade label that listed Bubble’s Gentlemen’s Products as the return address and sent them to my brother’s office, knowing the box would be opened by his secretary.
There is something special and heartwarming about making septic tank lids. I know it was my favorite kind of bedtime story when I was a kid. I always shed a little tear of happiness.
I'm thinking serendipity. As I sat in my chair this morning watching the dawn unfold behind the steam from my cup of tea, a tiny squirrel ran past the large glass slider. 🐿
Great story!!
You can still wear one of those nice suits around the neighborhood...?
Not me. My last vestige of haute couture involved a paper shredder and a necktie. There is a red circle/slash with a necktie inside the circle and under the slash on our office shredder, so in the interest of advancing knowledge, I decided to see what would happen if a tie got caught in it. Now I know. The paper shredder climbed right up the tie.
I tightly rolled the rest of my ties, packed them into a post office mailing box, printed a professional grade label that listed Bubble’s Gentlemen’s Products as the return address and sent them to my brother’s office, knowing the box would be opened by his secretary.
Heh!
Two great stories. And not only a lesson in history, but a perspective on life in a different land. Thank you.
There is something special and heartwarming about making septic tank lids. I know it was my favorite kind of bedtime story when I was a kid. I always shed a little tear of happiness.
Look, squirrel!
I'm thinking serendipity. As I sat in my chair this morning watching the dawn unfold behind the steam from my cup of tea, a tiny squirrel ran past the large glass slider. 🐿