We were eating dinner last night, when I spied an empty shoe box in the corner. JF had gotten new shoes over the weekend, and I was curious to know how they were working out for him.
Me: Oh, yeah. How are your new shoes? Are you getting them all broken in?
JF: They're fine. What's "broken" is my back, not my shoes.
(JF has spent the last several weeks toting endless numbers of computers around old historical buildings which have no elevators, only cramped stairwells.)
Me: Ooh. Sorry about that. (Grimaces in empathetic pain...)
JF: Yeah, I keep asking for a new spine but you haven't gotten me one yet.
Me: Don't you know -- there's a shortage on them right now, what with the political scene and the banking world the way it is. Seems like everyone's looking for a new spine.
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Bwahahaha!
LOL!
Only remotely related, when I was in B&N looking for a book there was a display table of notebooks, folders, etc and the sign read "Designed by Old Historic Building School".
heheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh!
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