Friday, October 16, 1987
Fifty-Pound Chandelier
I'm installing a fifty-pound chandelier in Atherton. To place my ladder, I have to move a massive walnut table.
Mrs. W is watching me closely. "Don't hurt that table," she says. "It's the reason we bought the house."
"It came with the house?" I ask.
"No. I bought the dining room set for our old house, but it didn't fit, so we bought a new house."
Atherton is a different world.
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I like her reasoning. It doesn't fit here, buy something bigger so it does fit.
ReplyDeleteI had a cigarette-smoking uncle who would buy a new car every year. When I asked him what was wrong with the old one, he'd say, "The ashtrays got full."
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