Deal 1282: Typefryer

I was once a strong man. But a lifetime of delivering typewriters to keep prolific authors supplied has left me crippled and barely able to reach the space bar.

Mystery authors are bad. They keep trying out their murders on their actual keyboards, making swift replacement a necessity.

But the worst offenders are cookbook authors. No fine top quality typewriter is happy when doused with flour and sugar. Dipping its keys in batter and then frying them is the last straw.


Deal 1255: Puppies!

The basket would not sit still on the table. The lighting was perfect, but likely to change at any minute, and the basket refused to sit still. The cause of its unusually animated state stuck a nose out, and whined in a slightly worried tone. Then tipped the basket over, spilling its contents across the table. Eight puppies, suddenly liberated from the confines of the basket, set out to explore their new environment.

It wasn’t that much larger, of course. The table was only a couple of feet square, covered with a yellow cloth and eight black puppies spilling out of the basket that now lay on its side.

With that, the composition was perfect.

Later, in the darkroom, it became clear that even in the perfect light, puppies can and will move as fast as needed to avoid being in perfect focus.