I’m going through and getting all my old emails off of my old comptuer before I wipe the hard drive so its new owner will have some prayer of being able to use it.
I’ve got emails from exes, a whole folder of people’s reactions to 9/11, and all sorts of other stuff. Every once in a while, I come across something really funny.
This was a conversation I had with my father when he was setting up his then-new apartment. He was trying to get some large planter pots onto his “terrace” (a.k.a. porch).
I emailed it to myself because it was too weird not to save:
Dad: Did I tell you the problem we had with the terrace pots?
Me: what happened to the terrace pots?
Dad: Four of the terrace pots were too big to get through the terrace door. To replace the door would cost $6,000. Use of a crane costs about 400, so a crane is coming tomorrow.
Me: you rented a CRANE?
Dad: Yep. The crane will be at the loft at 9 am
tomorrow. Sound like fun?
Me: this apartment has gone from absurd to downright surreal.