⏱ 2 min lugemine
I worked in Norway with a good friend of mine. We spent quite a while (quite some time) installing stone countertops, and there was plenty of banter between us. At one client’s place, the house was about 50 meters from the parking area, with a fairly steep incline. There were no stairs, just a gravel-covered footpath. The larger slab weighed close to 170 kg, and we had mixed feelings about whether we’d carry it up in one go or take a break along the way. We decided not to stop — we’d take it straight up.
The client was a decent guy and even cracked a joke about the heavy work. We joked back that you get used to everything. As we got started and prepared to haul that monstrous stone up, we told each other stupid jokes to keep spirits high. Once everything was ready, we went to get the slab. Halfway to the car, we started trading anecdotes. Laughing our heads off, we picked up the stone and kept the jokes coming.
Our legs crossed over each other, the gravel gave way now and then, and we burst out laughing. The client was watching from his balcony when he called out to us, “Hey you two, that’s my stone, don’t laugh so much!” That only made us laugh even harder – but the stone made it inside.
We finished the job, shook the client’s hand, and in great spirits rolled on to the next site.