While driving through town the other day I saw two well-dressed men walking down a street near downtown. One of the men had a briefcase swinging at his side. The other man was carrying bundle of sticks on his shoulder. The sticks were four or five feet long, still covered with bark, and mostly crooked as hell.
They were junky sticks.
I’m not sure what the man with sticks was buying or selling, but I was impressed. I like a business guy who packs around a bunch of worthless sticks.