"We could build a wicked skate ramp out of these. I volunteer you to go first. Test out the structural integrity."
"I want you to put it over here. And no more wrapping people up like a burrito inside the flooring. We'll never finish at this rate."
"Why yes, I did recently repurpose my grandmother's couch. How did you know?"
Kris helped out all he could. Including passing love notes back and forth from porta-floor crew to the food runners backstage.
Packing up with a smile.
"Peace to your two mothers?"
Giant puzzle. But with dirt and sweat and grime instead of a fun pattern of a fish.
No, but seriously, the flooring is still way better than it used to be.
Portafloors and waiting in line? Two great things that are great together.
Making portafloor burritos.
Just loves it.
Everyone loves the portafloor.
"Pork chop sweat you say?"
Kris turned down the fire ants. He'd heard the after affects involved sweat that smelled like pork chops and he was strictly vegetarian these days.
