Sunday, November 8, 2009

Mansion on the Hill.

"Hey, Don! I noticed you aren't living on the Mansion on the Hill anymore."

"Too much upkeep, Poindexter. I didn't want to be tethered to it any more. Besides, it kept getting hit by golf balls, and I kept having to see people in plaid shirts and white shoes walking by. It was hard on the eyes."

"But I thought you owned the golf course."

"I never wanted to actually OWN a golf course. Tell you a secret. They don't make build them so you can sell houses."

"So you're selling houses?"

"Well, not really. But I got rid of the golf course..."

"You built the thing that doesn't make money first?"

"Of course! How else am I to make money?"

"Ummmmm.....where are you living now?"

"Glad you asked, Poindexter. At first, I was going to build on one of the lots. But then my partners wanted them, so I gave them up. Just as well. I mean it really hurt at first, but then I started liking it. I wasn't happy, but then I was happy...."

"Maybe you can stay in the overnight lodgings, Don. Be the caretaker."

"Oh, we gave those up. We didn't really want to build them anyway, and then the county decided that since our guarantee wasn't worth anything, they would lower the guaranteed money."

"The money you deposited to cover the possibility of failure was lowered because you were failing?"

"Well, I wouldn't quite put it that way, Poindexter. Besides, I can get an extension every 5 years ago, and the deposit drops in half.

"Doesn't matter anyway, I sold that hotel thingy to my new partners. Lovely folk. They specialized in taking over things I don't want anymore."

"So where are you living?"

"I found a cave in the middle of the, I mean, my property. I mean...their property...but I quite like it. Some of the weeds around the mouth of the cave are quite pretty. No upkeep, the payments are reasonable, and except for the occasion golf balls falling on my head, it's nice and cosy."

"Well, I'm happy for you, Don. Keep up the good work."

1 comment:

Aaron said...

Read it, liked it, thanks. Tetherow. Pssshhhh.