We actually went shopping with a storm coming — and it wasn’t so bad. How am I supposed to get a story out of that? Well, as part of putting the milk and ice melt and kohlrabi away, we finally dragged the Weber kettle to safety. And that’s a bit of a story.
Turned out to be a two-person job. While I was holding the door open for my Faithful Assistant, a leg fell off. From the Weber. I stuffed the leg back into its socket, he wrestled the grill through the door, and the leg fell off again. I reseated it. We hauled the kettle to a good spot — and two legs fell off. Reseat. Reseat. Lift please. Okay that’s good. We’re done.
That’s why you need fiction for a real story.