A personal history about managing a motel and the practicalities surrounding it.
Should we put the plates on the kitchen floor and squat around them?
That wouldn't be very comfortable.
I could put the breadboard over the bathroom sink, making a small table out of it. David and I could sit on the edge of the bathtub, and Grant could sit on the--
No, that wouldn't do.
I settled it by filling our plates and carrying them into the living room. Grant's and David's plates I set on each arm of the davenport. I put my own plate on an arm of the overstuffed chair. The salt, pepper, bread and butter were in the middle of the living room floor.
"Are you still glad we sold our tables?" I asked Grant, when we had started eating.
He's always willing to put up with a little inconvenience if there's profit in it.
"Yep," he said. "If we hadn't quick sold them the first day, it might have turned out that no one would want them at all, and we'd have to come way down in the price. Please pass the bread."
"Just the same," I said, getti