I hopped over to The Cubicle's Backporch a few days ago and saw that someone had googled "how to build boat in cubicle" which eventually brought them to her site. For the record, as far as I know she has not yet written a tutorial on how to build a boat in your cubicle...much less WHY to build a boat in your cubicle. I'm am going to go out on a limb and say that person is feeling the need to get away.
But anyway, I was immediately reminded of Little John. My brother in law Brandon was previously a tattoo artist, and a pretty darn good one at that. See...
One Saturday he came to the apartment my sister and I shared at the time, to pick her up, and asked me if I wanted to tag along to a tattoo parlor where his friend Little John had asked him to do one of his tattoos. Being ultra-cool and having a happening life of my own I said "nah, I don't need you fool!"
OR NOT, I had nothing to do, so along I went.
My first impression of Little John was that he was actually Big John. Big hairy John. He said hello, then he said "you have any Cherokee in you?"
Being blue-eyed with curly light brown hair, I should have known better, but I didn't. 'Nope" I replied.
Ew. I don't think I even knew what to do, I can't remember. I blocked it out. I remember Brandon and Emily laughing. Meanies.
Little John proceeded to tell me a story about a boat that he had built, a beautiful sailboat.
I asked him if he takes it out on the water very often.
"No" he explained, 'I built it in my basement, then I realized I couldn't get it out, so I had to take it apart."
Huh, no kiddin', it didn't fit up the stairs and out the door? Crazy! I totally would have done the same thing! Or...you know...not.
Wouldn't you just have loved to be a fly on the wall when he realized that the boat was stuck in the basement? Ah...I can only imagine the colorful language!