Lunch was $5 a plate, so I filled my plate with a plate of spaghetti. After lunch, I strapped on my plate armor and went to the shipyard, where they were repairing the plates on the hull. In the warehouse, they were plating the statues. I noticed that the gold plate on one was thin, and we checked the plating bath. One of the electrode plates was corroded, so I ordered a replacement. I worried what the client would say. I checked the contract to see if this was covered, but it was strictly boiler plate. I decided to visit the client. On the way, I was pulled over for speeding. The officer checked my plates, saw my record was clean, and let me off with a warning. When I got to the client’s office, I saw they had an engraved plate commemorating their founding. While I waited in the lobby, I looked at some of their books. In one, I found a very nice plate of a woodland scene, and I wondered what sort of plate they used in printing it. When I saw the client, I showed him the statue, and we agreed on a deal for reworking them. Then we discussed his new line. He didn’t have any samples, but he did show me some photographic plates. He was so proud of these, he smiled so wide he practically lost his dental plate. I told him that selling these would be like an easy slide into home plate. Then the Earth’s plates shifted, and the earthquake left quite a mess on my plate.
(It’s a wonder anyone ever learns English…)