Silver Platter

Landscapades

These days I haven’t really been feeling all that great. A general meh I suppose. Reasons? I have no idea, or maybe I do. In any case, I’ve got Mrs. J and Baby J, so I’m guaranteed at least ten smiles a day.

But once in a while, someone from the outside world (ie: the world outside my home) says something that just makes me crack the hell up…


[Jorge is in Home Depot, talking to one of the employees about topsoil. They’ve talked about how to tackle a particular problem and have moved on to part of the solution…]
Jorge: So, now that I know how to deal with my gravel pit, I guess I should ask you what sort of topsoil I should buy? And how much?
HD Guy: Triple Mix. But honestly? Given the size of your job, I wouldn’t buy any bags from here. It would be cheaper to get it in bulk from a garden center.
Jorge: Seriously? Wow. That’s good to know.
HD Guy: Well, you could get bags from here. Next weekend they are going on sale for ninety-nine cents a bag. That’s dirt cheap, man.
Jorge: It certainly is. Good one, dude.


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