It's so frustrating when a supplier is late.
But sometimes it happens and there's nothing you can do about it.
Except to maybe whine a little.
The new fountain still awaits lights.
Until the lights arrive and are installed, the well is dry.
Dry as a bone.
Dry as a … wishbone?
Happily, folks still seem to enjoy the fountain.
They approach it with a curious look on their faces, glance in, look around, comment to one another about the town's water supply, and then move on.
One person wondered aloud if somehow the new water tower had somehow caused the "shortage."
For some, old habits die hard:
Maybe they're wishing … for the new fountain to be finished?
(Note to self: Watch Will carefully the next time he walks by the fountain; he's always jingling coins in his pockets.)