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A House Divided
A serious young guy was running the yard sale. I asked him about a table of old lamps.
“I collected those, but my ex liked modern. I like antique.”
“Is that why you broke up,” I joked. He didn’t smile.
“It was a lot more than that. She liked carpet. I like wood floors. She liked granite counter tops and stainless steel appliances. I like retro. She liked uncluttered. I like clutter. Now that she’s gone, I’m selling everything and moving away.”
“That’s too bad. So you divorced over home decor?”
“We didn’t divorce. She liked knives. I like guns.”