Conversation with My Wife (150)
“Rebar” stands for “reinforcing bar,” not some sort of Amish thing, right?
So we’re driving along on Route 30 in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, and we’re past the big outlet malls and getting into a mix of farm, residential, and business. We pass an electronic sign that has three diagonal lines on it, of various lengths, and the words, “REBAR SALE!”
ME: Wait. Does “rebar” have a new meaning I missed somewhere along the way?
DEB: Since the sign was in front of a construction company, I’m pretty sure “rebar” means the bars that go in concrete. Plus they had a picture.
ME: The graphic was just three lines!
DEB: And if you were going to draw a picture of rebar, what would it look like?
ME: Point taken. So, let me get this straight, a construction company is having a sale on rebar, so they put an ad on their electronic sign in front of their building, and —
DEB: Somebody drives by and says to his wife, “Hey, remember that project I didn’t tell you about? This would be the perfect time!”
ME: Or an architect. “I didn't think there was a way we could bid that new contract, but look! Rebar! On sale! We’re saved!”
We didn’t stop in. It was late, and we were on our way to meet family for dinner out. We have, along that stretch, stopped at places like a seller of tiny houses (those things are kinda cute inside, with this whole “what would you get if you made an RV out of wood and stole the wheels” vibe) and quilt shops (“Welcome to Amish country! Would you like to look at the quilts, or talk to our financing officer first to see what sort of loan you can get?”).
Copyright ©2020 by Jack Herlocker. Would it be possible to weave rebar into some sort of iron quilt design? Asking for a friend.
