“Hey Tommy, how do people move houses?” I asked him, watching Jack kick the starting punt. It was a dud, and five kids scrambled to catch the ball like loose malfunctioning Roombas. …show more content…
We took a seat on the bench, continuing to watch the game where we usually have philosophical discussions as if we were Confucius and Jean-Jacques Rousseau.
“Like do we take the two houses, pick them up, and drive them to the other houses’ spot? Moving the houses seems like such as hard job, and even as strong as my dad is, there’s no way we can push it.”
“Oh, you mean how do people move to different homes? Because I don’t think that’s how it’s done at all dude” Tommy replied, as we continued on our way to the field.
“Whaddya mean?” I asked. We watched Michael fall after carrying the ball down the wrong side of the field with his feet, as if he were an AT-AT walker with tied legs. We laughed it off and get off topic for about five minutes, then find our way back to the discussion.
“You don’t actually move the houses into each others spot. Ya just move into each others homes, and the houses stay there” My mind blew up into ten million pieces like the White House from Independence Day. What was I thinking? A basement is built into the ground, it can't move! The smirk on my face showed Tommy I was astonished at this newly found discovery of