Hospitable intentions
At this very moment there is a man painting the Prickly Pineapple's front door.
His partner is painting the door next to mine. Since he has to have the door partially open to paint it, I was downstairs tidying the shameful mess in my living room. The cold wind came in through the open door and pinched my bare toes. I thought to myself, "These guys must be cold. I wonder if I should offer them something."
I rummaged about the kitchen. I have one packet of instant hot chocolate left. I can't just give a cup to one guy and ignore the other. So that won't work. Chinese tea these guys probably wouldn't like. And I have no styrofoam cups. So nothing for these two. I took another sip of Tang.
Good intentions. Bah. I feel that it'd have been nicer if I'd never thought of it at all.
His partner is painting the door next to mine. Since he has to have the door partially open to paint it, I was downstairs tidying the shameful mess in my living room. The cold wind came in through the open door and pinched my bare toes. I thought to myself, "These guys must be cold. I wonder if I should offer them something."
I rummaged about the kitchen. I have one packet of instant hot chocolate left. I can't just give a cup to one guy and ignore the other. So that won't work. Chinese tea these guys probably wouldn't like. And I have no styrofoam cups. So nothing for these two. I took another sip of Tang.
Good intentions. Bah. I feel that it'd have been nicer if I'd never thought of it at all.
posted by CamoBunny at 10:59 AM
4 comments
4 Comments:
Puffintoad, you took the words right outta my mouth. Hot Tang!
(not sure what you meant by the rest of your comment though.)
Oh, now I see.
No cups.
Bowls can work as cups. Do you have bowls?
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