Tall Husband and I head toward a favorite electronics store to buy some more gigabytes.
He is driving my old Bemer and as usual finds a parking spot near the front door. But wait; what is that small, black thing to the right of that palm tree?
On closer inspection, we see that someone has "repaired" a crack in the stucco with electrical tape!
The irony makes us giddy. We play the game of "what if..." as we shop: "What if this were a grocery store; what would they have used to repair the crack? Frozen pie dough;" "A dental clinic? The work would be perfect but the building owner would have to take out a second mortgage to pay for the repair;" and so on.
Note: The electrical tape was obviously not a visual cue for the repair crew, as other cracks in the stucco were not likewise marked.
