Mulch ado about nothing
Mar. 30th, 2026 10:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
baroque_mongooseAll right, I did promise to tell you about M's horse-manure business, so this is it.
It was a thing of beauty, in fact. M explained how he and his mate went round to the local stables, where they were paid to take away the manure. So then they had a lot of horse manure, which they took round to the garden centre, who would pay good money for quality manure. The garden centre, however, also had something they'd happily pay them to take away (I can't recall what it was now); so they took that away, and then went on to their next stop, where they'd sell whatever it was. Rinse and repeat, round in a circle, until at their last stop they were paid to take away something they could then go and sell to the stables. They were making two lots of money at every turn.
I said, "That sounds amazing. It's the ideal business. You make all that money for very little outlay. How was it you stopped doing that?"
M shrugged.
"Oh," he said, "it was me mate. He got sick of shovelling horse s**t!"
It was a thing of beauty, in fact. M explained how he and his mate went round to the local stables, where they were paid to take away the manure. So then they had a lot of horse manure, which they took round to the garden centre, who would pay good money for quality manure. The garden centre, however, also had something they'd happily pay them to take away (I can't recall what it was now); so they took that away, and then went on to their next stop, where they'd sell whatever it was. Rinse and repeat, round in a circle, until at their last stop they were paid to take away something they could then go and sell to the stables. They were making two lots of money at every turn.
I said, "That sounds amazing. It's the ideal business. You make all that money for very little outlay. How was it you stopped doing that?"
M shrugged.
"Oh," he said, "it was me mate. He got sick of shovelling horse s**t!"
