She’s like, Jose. Tell a story about this wall. Let’s see how good you are.

Damn. What can I say about a wall, I wondered.

Ok. This wall…nah I can’t do it. Pick something else.

Ok. Tell a story about that wall.

Very funny….ok.

These two walls were actually made in the same factory. They were very close because they were stacked on top of each other at a warehouse. They chatted many nights away. They talked about their dream to adorn a beautiful home. “I can’t wait,” said one of them. “I hope they put a painting on me.”

“Me too,” said the other. “I hope it’s a Jackson Pollack ”

What’s a Jackson Pollack?”

“I don’t know,” said the other. “But from what I hear they’re really cool looking.

“Yay. I hope they put one on me too.”

A week later they were shipped in a box.

“Where are we going,” asked the wall.

“I think we’re going to a store. And from there people will be able to buy us and put us in their home.”


The day came when one of these walls was peeled off the other. And the other was left behind.

“They didn’t pick me!”

“Oh my God. I’m gonna miss you. I love you,” said the other wall.

They yelled back and forth at each other until the wall disappeared through the sliding doors. They promised not to forget each other. No matter what.

And then?

Days later, one of the construction workers got really drunk. His girlfriend called him and said she was breaking up with him. He got so mad, he punched a wall.

So he went back to the store and bought a new one, out of his own pocket.

The wall didn’t recognize this fellow. It thought it was going to a new home. It was indifferent, nothing else mattered to it. It was resigned to its fate.

Needless to say, these two walls that face each other are now reunited and they talk to each other every night. We just can’t hear them.

Oh my God, Jose. I think we should hang up some paintings. Two Jackson Pollacks for these walls.

I agree. We’ll look em up online tomorrow and see how much they cost. Maybe we can afford them.

Great story, Jose. I now love these walls.

Me too, I said.


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