© Bruce Goodman 5 August 2015
Humphrey wasn’t the most practical gardener this side of the Mississippi. It wasn’t just in gardening where his impractical bent lay. For example, when he tried to hang a tea-towel rack in his kitchen he attempted to nail in the screws with a hammer. When someone suggested he use a screwdriver instead, he hammered at the screws with the wrong end of the screwdriver.
Out in his garden he had discovered a new way to save on spending. He planted several rows of salted peanuts. None came up of course. When he complained to the storekeeper that the peanuts he had been sold had not been pollinated he was simply sniggered at. Out of the entire bag of peanuts not a single salted peanut sprouted. Humphrey was affronted by the snigger. He gave up gardening altogether.
Then he lost his job. His boss had told him to file some documents. Humphrey used a file from his tool box, and that didn’t go down too well.
Today he’s self-employed. He works as a cabinet maker. His furniture sells for hundreds. Everything is badly made. It’s crooked, skewwhiff, completely cockeyed. It’s quite the rage.