One of the things my husband and I love to laugh about are scrambled venetian blinds we see in the tenement windows in our neighborhood. "How do they get so crazy?" my husband asks.
"Dogs and kids, prying them apart to lookout and shout. A few rounds of twist tangle and snap," I replied.
"I wonder what the Venetians would think?" I asked.
"They would go blind."
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