7:30 AM one recent morning.
I’m reading the paper at the bar. Randy wanders in half dressed, almost ready for work. He proceeds to wipe the bar
down. I’m confused. Why would he begin cleaning, half dressed, this early, on a whim?
Me: What are you
doing?
Randy: Wiping the bar
down.
Me: Why? (it’s 7:30, for heaven’s sake. He finishes the bar and now he’s bent over,
starting the floor!)
Randy: Because I didn’t
want to waste a wipee! (He holds up the soiled cloth from the floor, which is why he started on the bar in the first place!)
What a guy!
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