After I entered the store, my demeanor changed. I was in plywood paradise. I was Dorothy in the land of Oz. The store shelves skied above me filled with contractor candy. There were bolts, and nails, and boards, and power tools. I knew that I had died and gone to heaven.
Some people prefer Soy Milk to regular milk. Likewise, some people like riding their bikes to work. My guess is if you accidently run over the guy on the bike, the demand for soy beans suddenly plunges.
Once in a blue moon the world gets to stop and breathe and remember our mothers. This Mother’s Day, however, I think it would be fitting to commemorate our wives. There is no substitute for a good wife – though I’ve heard it suggested that the wives have plenty of substitutes for their husbands, and a few choice words describing our behavior.
As I recall, my particular toy had a wind-up propeller and a very bad captain who perpetually steered the boat in a circle until the toy ran out of steam or capsized. As such, I didn't use the automatic pilot -- for the sake of the crew.