a funny story that happened today

You will recall that we're building a stage set for Bethlehem. So we manhandled the school board into letting us take over yet another warehouse for the comings and goings of the art department. The building they gave us for this project is full of junk like old furniture and all manner of old randomness. We had to clean it out ourselves to make way for the all consuming slabs of foam.

Before I go on with that part of the story there is another character to be introduced. His name is Jeff, and he sounds exactly like Elmer Fudd. He is in charge of something at the college, I'm not actually sure what but whatever it is, it apparently gives him license to haggle man and beast when they step outside of his wake of acceptable behavior. His special interests are Wayne and Maria. Specifically Wayne and Maria's large destructive dog. Ok, so Ellie chewed through the wall, knawed through a telephone line that put someone on campus off the wire, and then urinated all over the bindery, it's not like anyone skipped a worship or walked on the grass or anything. This guy just seems to be down on us a lot.

So back to the present circumstance. Wayne, and "the twins"(two mexicans who don't have to pay for school cause they're just that amazing) proceeded to clean out the warehouse for the project. Now Jeff, bless his heart, alerted everyone on campus that they had two weeks to excavate all valued items from the place and then everything was getting thrown out.

So the time passed and the deed was done.

This morning while Wayne and I were happily painting, me on my brand new homemade easel doing a copy of a Van Gogh and he on his homemade canvas whipping out a wicked landscape, Jeff walks in and greets Wayne like he's trying to be nice but really you know Jeff is about to blame Wayne for something. Sure enough, somebody broke his antique table, specifically, somebody ripped the legs off the antique table and where was the table? In the warehouse!! Hello! the two weeks were up!!! Anyway, he claimed to have left a sign on the table saying to cautiously circumvent it, but I don't buy it. So poor Wayne had to apologize and then Jeff started blaming the twins and then left leaving Wayne and I in amazement and sour paint.

Later that day Megan trolleys in with a a bundle of wood under her arm, kind of like she was going to start a fire with it. When she got closer I noticed the nature of the wood, hmmmm...table legs. I didn't know whether to be deliriously amused or exhumably jollied.

What was Megan doing with the table legs?

I think the real question is who will save us from the wrath of Jeff?!