Master said I could buy materials and make him this:
How To Make a bullwhip
So I took my list down to Frank's local hardware store, and asked the nice young man to help me find everything. After we had collected most of the stuff in the cart, another worker stopped, looked and said "You must be making something".
I said "Yes." and didn't elaborate. My brain was working furiously: what am I making? what am I making--- something that is not a whip!!?
But it didn't come up with anything. Bad brain! No biscuit!
So I just hope he'll take the hint and leave.
Nope, no luck. "So, what are you making?" he asks. Damn friendly people.
"A whip." I say.
"A whip?" he says.
"Yes, a whip." I say, grinning.
"Ohhhhhhhh". And he wanders off. Meanwhile both the young man who was helping me and I have turned bright red. We finish up the list without looking at each other, and I pay and scoot out of there, trying to pretend that of course a whip is something everyone needs. You never know when those sled dogs are going to get out of line, eh?
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