One of life's small ironies occured a couple days ago. This is a true story! Publicizing it here will probably result in someone connecting the dots and me getting some serious negative feedback, but I'll eat my crow with this little seasonal ditty:
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap-
When from my cell phone arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the iPhone I flew like a flash,
Opened my email and PayPal said I had cash!
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the buyer was none other than Mr O’Feldt
Of all people he had purchased a fuse and wanted it dealt
The Nassau County folks now had empty museum shelves
So naturally they turned to the ebay elves
I knew in a moment it must be a trick
But he paid rather promptly and he did so right quick
I spoke not a word, and went straight to my work,
And fill’d his order; then said to myself, “maybe he isn’t a jerk,”
And so I exclaim, ere his box flew out of sight-
Happy Christmas irony to all, and to all a good night.