My watch required a battery;
My
husband took it to
A
brand-new shoe repair, whose sign
Said
that’s one thing they do.
He
called me on the phone, upset,
To
ask me if I knew
That
the watch’s crystal had a crack;
I
said it wasn’t true.
It
seems the owner, clumsily,
Committed
this snafu
But
claimed that’s how he found it
And
twelve dollars now was due.
My
husband took the watch and scrammed
Before
some punches flew.
He
didn’t pay a cent
And
left the owner there to stew.
The
lesson to be learned is this –
We
never have a clue
If
we can trust a stranger,
Who
may sometimes turn the screw.
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