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We’re tearing the house down tomorrow and starting to build from the chimney
Oh my God — that thing does not fit my feng shui concept at all
Simon Smile was nervously sipping his coffee by the fence, staring at the neighboring plot. A massive, unfinished mansion loomed there, while four construction workers lazily sunbathed on lounge chairs, beers in hand. John stepped out onto his porch, and Simon immediately complained to him:
“John, I’m going out of my mind! I’ve been looking for contractors in this state for six months just to fix a single gutter, and there’s absolutely no one on the market! Yet look at those guys across the street — they haven’t touched a brick in three months. They drive 20 kilometers every day to order from Wendy’s, even though McDonald’s is right under their noses. I completely understand them. A 20-kilometer drive is nothing compared to the horror of eating dry cardboard with gravy out of disappointment. The building won’t be built, but at least their taste is up to par. The millionaire lady pays them double wages every single day! What on earth are they waiting for?”
“The chimney cap,” John explained calmly. “She ordered it from Japan with a custom design to align with her inner chakra. It took three months to ship, and in the meantime, the boys are on a guaranteed paid standby contract.”
