A couple of weeks ago my husband and I went to buy a new washing line. A Hill’s Hoist, no less, as I’ve heard they are the iconic kiwi washing line. We chose our washing line, trying hard not to gulp at the price, and took it to the checkout, where I asked where the concrete was. The shop assistant took us outside, then turned to my husband and said, “What kind of concrete do you want?”
My husband:”Quick setting concrete, please.”
Shop assistant: “Are you sure? It sets real quick.”
[Really? Who knew?]
He continued: “The problem is that you’ll need someone who knows what they’re doing to keep the pole straight while you pour the concrete.”
Me: stunned silence… maybe he hasn’t noticed I’m here?
He went on: “You won’t have time to adjust it yourself once the concrete is poured. You’ll be better off using normal cement, but it will take 24 hours to set.”
My husband: “OK, we’ll take the normal stuff.”
The shop assistant then turned to me and said, “Of course, that means you won’t be able to use the washing line today.”
Grrrrrr.
November 4, 2008 at 9:42 am |
oh my god you really must be up in the far north eh!!
November 6, 2008 at 11:02 am |
I know it’s not supposed to be funny about the washing line, but I laughed a lot. Sorry.
Those toadstools are very lovely.
Okay bye.