Doug the Neighbor…Possum Trot Pub-4
Al was working in the carport on labels.
He had colored pencils, markers and pens.
It was early. The temperature in the carport was at 95 degrees.
“We are going to need 50 boxes for the move. I want to label all the boxes.”
Al was an engineer. Of course, he would have an exact count of the boxes. He looked up from his work, put his elbows on the cafe table and a crack of wood was heard. He stepped back as the top of the table fell off the support and crashed to the cement floor.