…for two hundred pounds of well-composted horse shit.
That was the deal L, my weekender neighbor, made with me. I’ve been cut off from my regular supply of my favorite coffee (I’ll eat rice and beans every meal without too much complaint, but make me drink stale Folgers and watch me whine) and had to do something else. S&L also go to Trader Joe’s, so they promised to bring me up some. This morning they delivered. When I reached for my wallet and asked what I owed them, L proposed we take it out in trade. Technically they’re getting the better end of the deal, but there’s this thing called “opportunity cost…”
So this week I haul horse shit. It’s a funny ol’ world.
