So my dad comes home this afternoon at about a quarter 'til three and says to me, "Would you like some chopsticks?"
I, being myself, say, "Absolutely!"
Dad comes into the room, and he's holding a box about 2'x1'x1' _full_ of paired chopsticks. You know, the throw-away bamboo kind you get for free at Chinese restaurants that come in those little red paper sleeves? Sometimes break-apart, sometimes not? That kind. And then he tells me there's another box in the van, and if I wanted them I would have to go and get them now, because he'd be going back to garage sailing soon. So I go out to the van and there is, indeed, another (slightly larger) box, likewise full of cheap bamboo chopsticks.
Eventually I get the chopsticks inside and tucked away in the disaster area sometimes called my room, and make a rough estimate of amount. The question remains, though: what on earth am I going to do with approximately four thousand chopsticks?!
What frightens me is I can already come up with half a dozen answers off the top of my head >_<
I, being myself, say, "Absolutely!"
Dad comes into the room, and he's holding a box about 2'x1'x1' _full_ of paired chopsticks. You know, the throw-away bamboo kind you get for free at Chinese restaurants that come in those little red paper sleeves? Sometimes break-apart, sometimes not? That kind. And then he tells me there's another box in the van, and if I wanted them I would have to go and get them now, because he'd be going back to garage sailing soon. So I go out to the van and there is, indeed, another (slightly larger) box, likewise full of cheap bamboo chopsticks.
Eventually I get the chopsticks inside and tucked away in the disaster area sometimes called my room, and make a rough estimate of amount. The question remains, though: what on earth am I going to do with approximately four thousand chopsticks?!
What frightens me is I can already come up with half a dozen answers off the top of my head >_<