Craft, Amuse, Standard

“Floyd, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Amuse me. Confound me. Whatever - spit it out.”

The two men, both retired postal workers, had been fast friends for years. But Chuck had started to drift away, becoming less social. Floyd was tired of the non-answers and confronted him in front of an old rusty airplane hanger. Chuck was reluctant to let Floyd in, but he did try to explain:

“You know how there’s standard sizes of things, like model trains? Well… I wanted to craft something different, so I’m making the biggest jigsaw puzzle in the world.”

Floyd gaped. Then, “Need any help?”