Mr. Furniture

Greetings,

Yes, well, there's this foreign teacher from Malaria upstairs we call Mr. Furniture because he loves banging chairs, scrapping metal along the tile floors and screaming into his phone at weird hours. Now we love weird so it's all good.

This guy talks like he has marbles in his mouth and we wonder how his business students can even begin to understand him, let alone comprehend his dialect. Anyway, the other day we were with another teacher, an American lawyer leaving forever because her 80-year old mother is really sick. Her family is more important than this job.

So, we happened to meet Mr. Furniture and every single one of his questions to her was about the BIG M - money.

"How much are you selling your motor-bike for?"
"How much did you pay for it?"
"How much are you asking for your satellite dish?"
"What did it cost you?"
"What else are you selling?"

Did he ever think to ask her about her mother? You must be kidding, not with his myopic narrow minded attitude. Heartless.

Then she whispered to him, "Can you sell my mother some extra time?"

Peace.