"I'll help you chop and carry that wood in exchange for an old tablecloth."
"Ok, but please take these five pounds of butter and two jars of marmalade as well."
"Do I have to?"
"I you want a table cloth."
And then that person has to figure out who they're going to dump this excess luxury on because they don't have space for it in their cupboards at home. Maybe they can throw a feast for some random strangers and use some of it up.
[This seems to have been a subconscious adaptation of this zombie story idea.]
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