It was a lovely Saturday afternoon at home, nothing going on. There’s snow and ice outside, it’s slowly melting. I am inside working on set building with some minor detail about something tedious. The phone rings or whatever it is that phones do. I answer,
Me: Hello
Friend: I’m coming over.
Me: Great. I will salt the steps.
Friend: Is it kosher?
Frozen ice and snow,
Treacherous steps need salted.
Nothing but the best.
Peace, Y’all!
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