Haberdashery,
Absurdly froofy name for hat store
Grandiloquently calling forth pomades and handlebar mustaches,
The drunk fool enthuses, laying into the surf-pounded sand brick after brick of unlikely truth.
The little man who should know less than his father but knows more anticipates failure even as he desperately longs for daddy's scheme to pan out. It never does. The dust in the pan never even covers their expenses. It never will, will it?
No comments:
Post a Comment