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AS SOME OF YOU KNOW, I’m the sort of person who people love to talk with. Well, talk to– more accurately.
I’m a good listener and do love a good story. I admit that.
Since I was a teenager, strangers, in particular, have told me their stories. I don’t ask, they just tell me.
Sometimes to their own detriment.
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THUS IT CAME AS NO SURPRISE that when Zen-Den and I were at the Home Show this past weekend, Chatty Charlie the Carpenter deviated from his sales pitch to tell me a story about his nemesis, Danny Long-Greek-Last-Name, who is also a carpenter.
In a nutshell, Chatty Charlie feels that Danny Long-Greek-Last-Name has risen above his station in life. Is a snob now. Who charges too much for his work.
Which Chatty Charlie admits is excellent.
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IN FACT, CHATTY CHARLIE TOLD ME that Danny Long-Greek-Last-Name is the man who finished our house years ago. I’d forgotten the carpenter’s name, but recognized it instantly when I heard it.
Meaning that Danny Long-Greek-Last-Name crafted our beautiful fireplace mantel and surround.
Which I love.
And am looking to have a second level added onto, so that the whole fireplace/mantle/surround area reaches almost up to the apex of the cathedral ceiling.
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NOW LET’S THINK ABOUT THIS conversation, shall we?
Chatty Charlie the Carpenter, who I’m meeting for the first time, in his need to be understood, has inadvertently told me who might do a better job than he could with my small carpentry project– which Chatty Charlie claims he wants to do.
And with that glimpse into how my life unfolds [and how a small business can fail], allow me to end this post with my summation of this conversation: he cut off his nose to spite his face.