WEEK 4 – Drawers of Discontent
Me: *Wearily enters room*
Nightstand: “Listen here, son… I been standin’ all night. You think YOU tired? Try holdin’ a lamp on yo head for 12 YEARS. I ain’t sat down since Lebron hairline was straight!”
Me: “I just need to adjust your drawer bro...."
Nightstand: “Took you long enough... that doggone drawer been crooked since Rocky 3 came out...Now hurry up and fix it before I fall apart on your shift and make you have to work hard
Me: “Okay, okay, let me grab the screwdriver—”
Nightstand: “Make sure it’s the REAL one. Not that little Dollar Tree one you keep in your pocket. I need PREMIUM care. These folks bought me during a "Going Out of Business Sale". That means I’m special.”
Me: “Yeah them rails are es-SPECIAL-ly worn out too.”
Nightstand: “MY rails worn out? Walking in here limpin’ like one leg longer than the other. Fix ME before I say something about that haircut you gave yourself.”
Me: “That's cause the clippers slipped!”
Nightstand: “AND ANOTHER THING! Don’t you be slammin’ my drawer like you just saw your bank account. Eaaassse me shut! I’m delicate! Them some old hinges..
Me: “Hey now, Its all good man. Repairs already done. I even Wd-40'd these new rails for ya. Drawer gon be slidin in and out like greased syrup!"
Nightstand: “Well alright now. You actually didn't do that terrible. Repair might even last through the holidays..
Me: Man, I hope so. Because I stripped all the screws and cant get the rails off anyway...
