My mother once scrubbed the spots out of the linoleum on the floor in front of her stove and then wanted my father to return the linoleum as defective.
I don’t know why I find that story as funny as I do. But it always cracks me up.
My mother once scrubbed the spots out of the linoleum on the floor in front of her stove and then wanted my father to return the linoleum as defective.
I don’t know why I find that story as funny as I do. But it always cracks me up.