There were lots of good guesses. You guys are a very creative bunch. Props for playing along.
I can’t believe no one guessed a portable tap dance floor. Really, wasn’t it obvious?
Kidding, of course. Was that an unfair game? Tell you what, I’ll make it up to you. The next time we meet I promise to buy you a cup of coffee, a beer, or whatever your preferred beverage is.
I’ve wanted my own tap dance floor for 28 years. Finally, now that I’ve decided to live in a van, I can have my stinkin’ floor. The idea is that the portable floor will actually be a part of the van floor. It’ll lift up and out so that I can take it to the middle of nowhere and stomp out beats to my heart’s content without disturbing anyone. And believe me, it’s quite a noise disturbance.
The subfloor didn’t fit precisely as I wanted it to so I spent a few hours hauling the sheets back and forth between the van and the garage to make adjustments. Outside of my building, a kind old man who didn’t speak English wobbled over to me and gestured to the contoured subfloor panels. Grinning, he exclaimed “Nice! Good!” He helped me push one sheet into the van, and became endearingly excited when he saw it fall into place. “Good! Good!” He gave me a thumbs up. Understandably, his enthusiasm waned when he realized that I would be wrestling with these things for a few more hours. He eventually retired to a neighbor’s porch where he decided that watching was much more entertaining than helping. Smart man.