This morning, I walked down the street to the grocery store. On the way, I walked on the south side of the street. As I walked, I could see a high school girl outside the pharmacy over on the north side. She was washing the woodwork that makes up the storefront.
After my stop at the grocery store, I walked back on the north side, so that I could walk right by her.
Originally, I was going to ask her if she’d come do my woodwork when she was done.
Instead I said “How many people have asked you to come do their woodwork?”
I’m so glad I didn’t give in to the temptation of the original question.