A Stackbox Full of Water...

[cedar_grove]

On the way home today I needed to stop and buy one of those stacking plastic boxes. I have so many files and so little space in my room that I wanted to tidy up a little bit. Anyway, it had been raining and the store where I went kept the stackboxes outside, so I went in to enquire if there were any inside the store. I wanted the boxes for files, as I said, and didn't really want to have to dry the box when I got it home, much less carry it the rest of the way home wet through. So... "Are the boxes outside the only ones you have?" asks I. "Yes," says the vendor. "They are full of water," says I. "I won't charge you for the water," says the vendor. Ha ha ha, thinks I, not really all that amused at all. In fact pretty tired of smartasses for the day; tired of running around from one place to the next and feeling like I'd achieved nothing, and just ending up feeling that everything I do and say is wrong - always. I am that stackbox full of water.

Comments

[lilgreendave.livejournal.com]

"I won't charge you for the water," says the vendor.

What a moron! I hope you decided to get your boxes from someone decent!

[[hugs]]

[cedargrove.livejournal.com]

Sadly no. Having stopped at this place and got off the bus, there was nowhere else in Oadby to get the damn things from or I would have. So I just had to haul my water all the way home.

[mirrani.livejournal.com]

You shoulda said, "So you won't charge me for the towel to dry it off with either?"

[cedargrove.livejournal.com]

*grins* Didn't think of that. That's a good answer that I'll have to remember for the next time... not that I hope there /is/ a next time but...