Marty M, Bert and I are looking over the new house. We park ourselves in the sunroom while Marty and Bert have a smoke. The sunroom is the bit that wasn’t there before. It’s leads off the kitchen and is a big airy bright room that I’m going to fill with comfortable sofas. We plan to entertain in it, relax in it and it’s going to be the sole smoking area. But Marty M has a different notion.
Marty: Do you know what this room is crying out for?
Nelly: A bar?
Marty: A pool table. What do you think Bert? Wouldn’t a pool table be great in here?
Bert: I suppose you could fit one in no problem.
Nelly: I don’t think so. There’d be no room for my comfy sofas.
Marty: Bert. She’s got to go. Send her packing. Get a pool table.
Sometimes I think I’m far too tolerant for my own good.