Everett’s mother, Amy, raised seven children. She loved to iron and listen to soap operas on the radio. This family story dates to about 1945.
A traveling sales man came to the door. Amy took a break from ironing to listen to his spiel. He showed her samples of a wonderful new cookware, using technology developed for the war effort, that was completely unbreakable.
Amy listened. He handed her an unbreakable plate. She threw it against the Glenwood stove and it shattered.
The salesman was irate. “You’ll have to pay for that,” he said.
Amy
disagreed. It something’s supposed to be unbreakable, it darned well
ought to be unbreakable.
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