Briggs and I were at a very large boneyard looking for slabs for our laundry and bathroom countertops. We walked around, found several we liked and then walked back to the office only to learn that they weren’t available. So we went back out and researched a little more. We went back to office only to have them send us back out to the yard looking at two specific slabs. I didn’t like either that they suggested and Briggs was growing restless. I explained to Briggs why it was taking so long: I wasn’t finding anything that I loved, but I needed to pick something…anything.
So he says to me matter-of-fact, “Just go in there and tell them these are all horrible ones and they need to make gooder ones so we can leave.”
Why didn’t I think of that?!
