I hate packing. I’m always afraid I’m going to forget something. Yesterday, as I was jumping up and down on my suitcase, I had to suppress an urge to give my plumber a call:
“Ping, I need you to come over immediately.”
“What? What? Problem with plumbing?”
“I’m going on a trip. I’ve packed shirts. And socks. And sweatshirts. And stuff. Now I need the kitchen sink.”
“What? Kitchen sink? What?”
“Yes. What if I’m traveling and the place I’m going doesn’t have a kitchen sink? I’ve decided to bring my own. I need you to come down here and detach it so I can pack it.”
“Ah. Very strange, this job is. Very strange.”
“Hurry up and get down here. Also, I’ll need to be able to fit it into a duffel bag.”
“Ah, okay. Detach sink. Fit into bag. Job will run around $1500.”
“Okay, but I’ve already converted all my money into foreign currency. Will you take a traveler’s cheque?”
where are you and your geese going?
i notice you have not packed any pants.
again(!) with the pantlessness!
tsk tsk…
“Cheque?” You gaywad.
Your plumber is Yoda?
did i tell you, i’m thinking of BECOMING a plumber?
What foreign lands will thoust be traipsing? Better make sure they have the kitchen sink converter.
I don’t really need a sink when I travel but it would be so cool to have a portable dispos-al.
Foreign climes beware!
Here come the geese aplenty…
not wearing trousers.
I do it differently. I like to put it off until 1 hour before leaving and then realize that I have to microwave my clothes, take the binoculars instead of the camera, screw the landlord out of the rent for a week and thank goodness I never got that dog I wanted.
I just use those ‘kitchen sink cafes’ that are popping up all over the world. Sure, it’s a per-minute fee, but it’s always there when you need it.
Hilarious. You’re my new favorite blogger! I just read this whole page, and I expect to be browsing the archives during work hours in the near future.
I have similar fears about travelling, but in my case it’s the toilets. Hmm.