When? All Else Failing
Lesson for the day: logical
assumptions do not necessarily
conclude logically. Reason would
have it when searching for a
purpose-built item, seek out
purveyors who specialize.
A national franchise heralded
for office supplies, one of many
such to service a large public
clamouring for electronics, they
competitively service a
distinctive crowd. Floor displays
whet the consumption appetite
for whatever is desired.
Computer desks, take your pick.
Compressed wood pulp,
particleboard, printed faux
wood-paper surfaces, steel as
fragile as a butterfly wing,
brittle glass - no champions of
quality nor aesthetic value.
Still, the need must be met.
Indecision wracks the process,
comparisons between retailers
prevail. But a decision reached
and oops, not in stock. Another
chosen, computer-based inventory
assuring, but oops, sold out.
That Eureka! moment: in the
basement workshop cluttered with
tools a solid oak desk of respectable
vintage. Retrieved, refinished,
endowed anew with a re-purposed
slide-out keyboard tray: in business!
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Labels:
Poetry
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment