Saturday, September 23, 2006
"Oh, hello there Mr. Vandershand. You're so quiet I didn't hear you approach."
"Maybe that's because you were too busy installing that NU-WOOD panneling."
"Drove the last nail in not ten seconds before I noticed you there."
"So you had no problems receiving the shipment, then."
"No Mr. Vandershand; everything went just as you said."
"That's good to hear."
"Well...there was one thing, now that I think about it."
"The fellow who dropped off these sheets, he was kind of...well, he was a strange fellow."
"Yeah, he didn't say much, and when he did, he had a high, squeaky voice. But it wasn't just that. He was dressed kind of strange, like his cloths didn't quite fit him right. And it looked like he had some kind of mask over his face...some kind of transperant plastic mask."
"Did you give him the parcel I left?"
"Yeah, and he just kind of stuck it in his jacket and vanished."
"That's to be expected. How's the NU-WOOD paneling?"
"Easy as butter on toast to install. You can hardly see the seams. Nice stuff, and strong."
"It is a product from my homeland, the Lost Continent of Mu."
"Well, I'll be! But then, why's it called "NU" wood?"
"Simple semantics. If we were to have called it "MU-WOOD" it might have been confused with a dairy product."
"Right! I guess that's why you're the business man and I'm the NU-WOOD paneling installer."
"I guess so."
"Well, nice to see you Mr. Vandershand."
"You take care now."