Imports
This afternoon we received large wooden crates in the mail. They arrived at our house after traveling from Salt Lake City, but they originated in Islamabad. They contain our hand-crafted end tables lovingly created by Pakistani urchins..er, rather, artisans. I know you won't believe me if I say we ordered them online, so I'll tell the truth.
Last summer, on a whim, I led an expedition to the summit of Mt. Godwin-Auste, otherwise known as K2. The most deadly mountain in the world proved no match for a handful of guys high on opium. We ululated and banged tambourines all the way to the top, hauling a nice living room set with us as our only creature comfort. The descent was less of a joy ride and more of an avalanche. It was a disaster. The sofa was buried under thousands of pounds of snow. The coffee table--shattered by boulders. We left the love seat at the summit (because of a nasty stain and torn upholstery). The Ikea end tables slid right off the edge of a cliff. If not for some quick thinking and creative use of several ottomans, my team and I would have died. We put the mountain behind us, but were saddened by our loss. We dragged our heels through Kashmir, stopping only to negotiate a peace treaty, before making our way to Islamabad in search of furniture. It was there that we located a band of street urchins renowned for their furniture making skills. We replaced each lost item and each member of my party selected pieces to retain as mementos of our expedition. I chose the end tables, for which I found some rustic packing crates, and shipped them back to Virginia. Now, I'm resting with my feet propped up on them, wondering how to drown a fish.
Last summer, on a whim, I led an expedition to the summit of Mt. Godwin-Auste, otherwise known as K2. The most deadly mountain in the world proved no match for a handful of guys high on opium. We ululated and banged tambourines all the way to the top, hauling a nice living room set with us as our only creature comfort. The descent was less of a joy ride and more of an avalanche. It was a disaster. The sofa was buried under thousands of pounds of snow. The coffee table--shattered by boulders. We left the love seat at the summit (because of a nasty stain and torn upholstery). The Ikea end tables slid right off the edge of a cliff. If not for some quick thinking and creative use of several ottomans, my team and I would have died. We put the mountain behind us, but were saddened by our loss. We dragged our heels through Kashmir, stopping only to negotiate a peace treaty, before making our way to Islamabad in search of furniture. It was there that we located a band of street urchins renowned for their furniture making skills. We replaced each lost item and each member of my party selected pieces to retain as mementos of our expedition. I chose the end tables, for which I found some rustic packing crates, and shipped them back to Virginia. Now, I'm resting with my feet propped up on them, wondering how to drown a fish.