The Playwright's Plumber
There was a playwrite, who at the plea of his publisher, pledged to write a pleasing, yet plaushible story about plight of a plump plumber who wore plumage. The story went something like this:
The plumber was replacing a pipe on a farm when the farmer asked about his plumage. Then he merely said,"Never mind my sense of fashion,you can just go back to your plow."Offended, the plumber's eyes began to well with tears. The farmer said:"Have I insulted you with my question about your plumage?" The plumber wanted to be pliant with his customer,"No,'' he replied,"Pollen is a pollutant to the eyes, you know, and I am afraid that my eyes have been polluted.""yeah, I guess your eyes don't need pollinating,do they? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" the farmer chortled. The plumber continued to work. He first plunged a pipe into a liquid cleaner,bent the pliable pipe to the proper shape, and used a plumb line to make sure it was plumb, then he polished the pipe to give it a sheen. Finally, he connected the wire from the poles of the electrical unit as the pipe was also to serve as electrical ground.Satisfied with the good job he had done,the plumber left the farm,waddling along with his plumage and his poise and dignity despite the famer's insults.
There was a poll at the publishing house about this story. The staff was polarized: half of them really liked it, and the other half didn't. Regardless, they decided to go achead and publish it. Now the playwright can line his pocketbook with money from the story. |