Each day on the way to work, I pass a street-level apartment that is in the process of being renovated. The burly Polish landlord has been doing the work without the assistance of a contractor. I always make a point of peeking in through the large bay windows to check his progress and see if I should be jealous of his future tenants.
This morning, I watched the landlord and his son, also burly, hang a very large, garish chandelier in the middle of the tiny front room. It hung so low to the floor that a person of average height would have to duck to pass beneath it. And it was so wide, that it dominated the room like a large engagement ring in its little velvet box.
I figured that the two men would notice how ridiculous it looked in the room and take it down -- with no small amount of cursing -- and probably return it for a smaller, more appropriate light fixture. Not true! Father and son looked quite pleased with how everything turned out as they climbed down their respective ladders with satisfied smiles on their faces -- a job well done!
As I walk on and reach the corner, I notice six large boxes with photographs of the same chandelier on them. Apparently, the landlord is planning to install one in all of his apartments.