Some years ago.. OK 50, we mentioned to my Grandfather that the driveway could use some gravel.
"No sweat, consider it done"
They appear to have a different definition of "gravel" up there.
A random collection of rocks seemed to be their definition of gravel.
So, quite angry, I went to see where things had gone amiss. I should have realized the problem by the remarkable confused look in their eyes, but I was like 22, and those things sort of scooted by me.
Happily, they finally caught up with this century and our driveway is OK.
Hey - racing down the driveway in a $70,000 car is not the time to encounter the odd rock.
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