By Robrt L. Pela | Phoenix New Times
I have confused the plumber.
His name is Dave, and he seems nice enough. Here to install a new garbage disposal, Dave notices the turquoise-and-cream Formica countertops in our kitchen, and I brace myself for a conversation I’ve had perhaps 6 million times before.
“I guess you’ll be ripping out this old stuff and putting in granite,” Dave says, patting the counter and chuckling.
You don’t have to tell him the truth, I think. He’s just making conversation. People don’t really care about this stuff.
But I can’t help myself.
“Actually,” I tell poor Dave, “we just ripped out all the granite and put this vintage-repro Formica in its place.”
