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?”

Her answer??

“Too many.”

I’m so glad I didn’t give in to the temptation of the original question.