I brought my boys over to see my parents tonight, and my dad was like, hey, want to see my new axe? I said sure. It’s a nice axe - very sharp, synthetic handle, the works. I said, where’d you get said axe? Thought he would say Lowe’s or something.
My dad said his accountant threw it into their “deal,” to even it out. I said, what? He said he traded a big bundle of old rebar he had laying around the yard for the spices his accountant was selling. I was even more confused. I guess his accountant also makes homemade barbecue rubs, and my old man got like four quarts of premium rub from this guy, in exchange for said old pile of rebar.
But my old man, ever the street barterer that he is, convinced the accountant to throw in a nice axe to even out the deal.
Now, why an accountant is selling spices out of his vehicle in the first place, or rolling around with an axe, or looking for a bunch of old rebar, I have no idea. I finished my third bud heavy and went on my way.
My dad said his accountant threw it into their “deal,” to even it out. I said, what? He said he traded a big bundle of old rebar he had laying around the yard for the spices his accountant was selling. I was even more confused. I guess his accountant also makes homemade barbecue rubs, and my old man got like four quarts of premium rub from this guy, in exchange for said old pile of rebar.
But my old man, ever the street barterer that he is, convinced the accountant to throw in a nice axe to even out the deal.
Now, why an accountant is selling spices out of his vehicle in the first place, or rolling around with an axe, or looking for a bunch of old rebar, I have no idea. I finished my third bud heavy and went on my way.
