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[Gone in 60]

Change of plans this morning. My wife's phone started blowing up at 6:30. Her elderly aunt fell, and the family asked my wife if she could come render medical assistance. So, I had to "sack up" so to speak, and leave her the car.

And pulling up to the office just now, I realized that the office next door to ours is an establishment of higher learning! After all, what better education is there than in the Sport of Kings.

Behold the fencing school next door.

Like our shop, there is an office space in front, and warehouse space in back. As they were moving in, they set up some large table saws in the back alley. They covered the warehouse floor with a grid of 2x4s, and were cutting sheets of plywood to go over the grid. I found this quite curious, and asked what they were doing. The exchange that followed sort of set up the tenor of the relationship that we have had with this establishment over the years... :

"Welcome to the neighborhood. I see that you are doing a lot of woodwork. What are you making?"

"A spring floor."

"Spring floor? Interesting. What business are you in?"

"We are a fencing school."

"Wow, that's cool. I suppose that if I were learning how to build a fence and fell off of the ladder, I would want to land on a spring floor."

Turning off saw and staring at me very blankly... "No. The kind with swords."