Re: Classic Story
Mark Mandell - Gone Round In Jersey
>My Old Man, grew up in the Bronx at a time when, if something in the apartment needed fixing, you called the "Supah." Then he gets married (to Mom) and moves to The Burbs where there is no Supah.
Comes the beginning of the first summer, Mom asks Dad to bring the screen door up from the basement and put it back on the kitchen door frame for some air.
Time goes by with vague mutterings outside the kitchen door that slowly grow into significant vocalizations in a deep shade of blue to the point where she can no longer ignore the situation.
"Joe? Is something wrong with the door?"
"Been at this for 15 minutes and every one of these @#!%&!! screws are defective!"
"How come?"
"Not a single one of them will go into this #@&*!* wood!!!"
"Oh. Well, why don't you try turning them the other way?" she says sweetly. . .
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