All I Want
The general contractor tells me to get a farmer’s sink if I can afford it. I imagine the farmer’s wife deep in the sink, elbows in the air, scouring crusty pans. It sure is not the farmer doing this. Little did she know this farmhouse sink is premium. Its over-the-counter lip costs more, but it, and I will be perpetually habut. All I want to do is wash dishes and dry them on the rack.