Back-story: Recent severe storms have caused flooding in our area, specifically to unlucky people’s basements
Result: Driving down the streets in our neighborhood, you see all kinds of abandoned furniture and rolled up soggy carpets that were casualties of Mother Nature’s rampage
Personal Connection: The Husband impulsively decides our older son needs a wood desk; he sees one that is clearly “FREE” on the street corner and brings it home in his big truck
MOV: What’s that?
The Husband: (proudly) It’s a desk! For Tall! Look, the drawers are even dovetailed. (attempts to open ancient drawer, handle falls off)
MOV: Are you insane? The feet are completely covered in mold! Look, you can see, like, ten inches of water damage here.
The Husband: That’s really just superficial damage.
The Husband: It will sponge right off.
The Husband: I’ll get a sponge.
MOV: No. That thing is not coming in the house.
The Husband: This from the woman who got her entire set of patio furniture off of a curb?
MOV: That was totally different. The patio-furniture-people were obviously moving. The desk-people were apparently drowning.
The Husband: A fresh coat of paint, and the desk will be brand new. (deranged smile)
The Husband: Fine. You win. I’ll just put it in the garage until you change your mind.
MOV: I’d rather not have it getting mold in the garage. I think you should take it back wherever you got it.
The Husband: (stops to think for a minute) Not right now. It could get mold on my truck.
And all this time, you thought I was the crazy one.
("Mystery Of Vision")