Some 20 years ago, the curmudgeon got talked into a new kitchen. The existing one was working just fine, a kitchen not being all that much - a stove (ours appeared in the original Invasion of the Body Snatchers), a working sink, and of course, the dishwasher that made the floor shake.
Then came the decisions - what color wood finish, what floor, what faucet, what sink, what ogee shape for the counter tops - I think I fainted at least twice.
But the salesman came to my aid - the spin 'n grin. You see, another decision was the sink strainer/stopper, and I was at the end of my tether. This clever little device ended that age-old nuisance of jiggling the sink stopper back into place - turn - open, turn - closed.
I still grin on occasion.
No comments:
Post a Comment