"Let me see the drawing and plans," my honey said as he concentrated on something else.
"This can be altered," I reassured him. "Of course, we'll have to adapt it to the carport..." I mumbled because he wasn't looking at me, but the carport's metal posts.
"Did we put a level to all these?" he asked.
"Yes. The first corner post. It was dead level."
He walked the length and width of the carport with four-foot level in hand and replied, "Well, it's the only one. It's leaning north to south and it's leaning east to west. Every metal post is not evenly spaced..." he drew a breath...."and it slopes down hill. Where were our minds?"
There's an English nursery rhyme that goes something like...
- "There was a crooked man, who walked a crooked mile.
- He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile.
- He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
- And they all lived together in a little crooked house."
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