“I can’t believe the condo association is making you get three different quotes for getting rid of these ghosts,” Pam said.
“It’s five, actually. I’ve just already gotten the first three.” Lucy paused and thought a moment. “And we only got two bids for the roof project,” she considered.
“So, how’s that going?” Pam asked.
“The roof or the ghosts?”
“Ghosts,” Pam clarified.
“Oh my god. It’s wild!” Lucy exclaimed. “It’s going to cost somewhere between $50 and $10,000.”
“Fifty bucks?”
“Well, fifty dollars and three live chickens.”
“Do they have to be full grown chickens? I can get you three baby chicks tomorrow for ten bucks. Three pullets is going to be closer to fifty, whereas-”
“You have a chicken guy?” Lucy asked incredulously.
“I’ve got chicken guys.”
“Anyways, I was thinking that anybody with Yelp reviews is probably good as those customers had time to write a yelp review before being killed by ghosts.”
“Smart.”
“Thank you,” Lucy replied. “My other main contribution to this endeavor is that I’ve decided to ask where the people are going to keep the ghosts that they capture.”
“And?”
“Well, the first company said they had a hi-tech containment unit back at their headquarters. The second had an antique wine box. The third guys said that they’d send the ghosts to literal Christian Hell to receive their eternal punishment and then some for trying to subvert the will of god the almighty.”
“Antique wine box, huh. Like Franzia?”
“Naw, it was wood.”