Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Dusty took the woman's two pillows and carried them, with two "new" pillows to their hotel room.
As she started to go up the stairs the clerk said, "Hey Lady, what are you doing with all of our pillows."
"Excuse me, sir, but we sell pillows and these aren't your pillows."
"He nodded and went back to reading his magazine."
When she got to the room Softy was stretched out on the bed fast asleep.
"Wake up, sleepy one, I have some good news."
"Wh...a...t is it my lov...e?"
"I sold two pillows. Got $200 and their old pillows."
"Not bad, for an amateur. When I was starting out I once went to a children's home and sold a case of pillows. That's one hundred, you know."
"Shhhh... How could you do that to a bunch of poor kids?"
"They were thrilled to have new pillows."
"New? You mean old pillows with new covers."
"Dusty, you need to realize that there isn't any such thing as a new feather. Feather come from chickens, and you never know where a chicken has been. A pre-owned feather actually has less particulate matter on it than newly plucked feather. The foreign debris has had a chance to fall off."
"Be quiet and help me reconstitute these pillows. I've had enough of your stories for today."
"Your wish is my command, Eliza."
"Hey, who is knocking on the door."