Thursday fix it
Tonight, 100 words on something that was broken but now is not.
"Mmm, roast chicken....wait, *where* is it cooking?"
"Mmm, roast chicken....wait, *where* is it cooking?"
"In the oven, of course."
"The oven? Isn't it broken----Ida, did you call the repairman?"
"No."
"Seriously."
"I did not! All it needed was an adjustment."
"Who did it?"
"Me."
"No, really."
"I called for customer service and they walked me through it."
"So you did call a repairman."
"Customer service, Mark. It's not exactly the same thing."
Mark looked incredulously at his wife. "If I didn't know you're a bad liar, I'd think you were joking."
"I've been living with you for years. Something has to rub off eventually," Ida retorted.