Last night at my apartment...
A Boy: Do you have a pair of pliers?
Me: Yeah, I think so.
I go to the closet and return with a brown and white striped Henri Bendel shopping bag that serves as my toolbox. After rifling through my collection of flimsy tools with blue plastic handles, I finally produce, with much flair, a pair of pliers. I hand them to A Boy and bat my eyelashes.
Me: Aren't you proud of me that I know what pliers are?
A Boy: Yes. Except... that's a wrench."
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