Two Frogs Talkin'
Welcome to Two Frogs Talking—a Southern-spun, SoCal-influenced storytelling podcast where tall tales meet real-life reflections, and two cousins try to out-tell each other one strange adventure at a time.
Hosted by Archie Fields and Shelly Smith—two frog cousins raised on family legends, philosophical side quests, and a healthy dose of mischief—this audio series invites you onto the proverbial porch for a mix of silly, heart, and things that might’ve happened (but probably didn’t).
Each episode follows a theme—from "Too Good to Be True" to "Things That Got In When They Shouldn’t Have," and features one family legend and one tall tale. Archie, a laid-back, Southern thinker from Alabama with a fondness for tinkering, quiet mornings, and big questions, brings the calm. Shelly, a high-energy California adventurer with a dune buggy, a dog named Ralph, and a knack for ending up in weird situations, brings the chaos. Together, they swap stories, trade playful jabs, and wrap up each episode with a little life philosophy.
You’ll hear about:
- A haunted ice machine and a whisper in the night
- A dune-sized tortoise named Tank on a desert restoration crew
- An unstoppable AI dog groomer
- A mysterious crate labeled: Caution: Apply only if you want what you think you want
- A toolbox that won’t stop multiplying tools
- Postcards that appear under your pillow and inspire cross-country travel
...and that’s just the beginning.
But Two Frogs Talking isn’t just about the stories. It’s about connection. This podcast began as a way for Archie and Shelly—voiced by actors but inspired by the creator’s love for family and the storytelling tradition—to honor the woman who taught them that life’s best lessons come wrapped in a good yarn. Maw-maw, their grandmother, was a master storyteller who believed that tales don’t just entertain—they explain, comfort, and surprise.
Each episode also ends with a quote from a philosopher—ancient, modern, or local—to remind us that even the most absurd adventures carry a little wisdom if you squint hard enough.
Listeners are invited to vote on which story they liked best each week through Instagram and website polls and to check out quirky merch tied to each episode’s theme (like shirts from Archie’s Front Porch Philosopher collection or The Shelly Collection). No video feed, no visual bells and whistles—just voices, vibes, and vivid tales that ask you to imagine the impossible and see where that takes you.
So if you’re looking for a podcast that’s part Southern folktale, part California campfire, and all kinds of not quite right—pull up a chair and stay awhile.
New episodes drop weekly on all major podcast platforms and at https://notquiterightgoods.com.
Tall tales, life talk, and a bit not quite right.
Two Frogs Talkin'
TFT Episode 5: Uncertainty Is Worse
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🎙 Episode 5: The Devil Left the Door Open
Some heat is weather. Some heat is... something else entirely.
This week, Archie and Shelly explore moments when something slipped through that probably shouldn’t have. Archie brings a tale involving a mysterious toolbox, an endless supply of useful problems, and a lesson in knowing when to leave well enough alone. Shelly shares a family story passed down from Maw-Maw—complete with rattlesnakes, raccoons, and a camping trip that very nearly came undone.
Also in this episode:
- Porch philosophy from Benjamin Franklin and Jean-Paul Sartre
- A look at the things we let in—on purpose or by accident
- Unexpected pests, unexpected wisdom, and just a little bubble gum
đź’¬ Listener Vote:
Which tale felt more like something cracked open? Cast your vote at notquiterightgoods.com/pages/two-frogs-talking or @notquiterightgoods on Instagram.
🛍 This Week’s Tee:
From the Southern Sayings collection: “The devil left the door open.”
Wear it when the heat hits hard—or when the unexpected comes knockin’.
Hang on a second. Miley. Ah. This dang thing just kicked on by itself.
ShellyWhat kicked on?
ArchieThe, the window unit. Hold on. You can't hear it?
ShellyNo.
ArchieWell, the sound canceling software is doing its thing at least, but I gotta stop it. It's blowing hot air.
ShellyYou're kidding.
ArchieI'm, I'm serious. It's like someone set it to toast.
ShellyUm, can't you just turn it to cold air or Better yet, turn it off.
ArchieNow. Don't you think? I tried both. It, it's the on off switch that's got me mad. I, I hit it three times. Nothing.
ShellyWell, maybe it's possessed. Want me to call a priest or a repair guy?
ArchieIf if it's the same person, send them both.
ShellyOh no. Ah.
ArchieAlright. Hang on. We're everything's all right. I am trying to reach the plug, but it's behind the metal shelving unit with my socket organizer, my jar of screws, my nails and things, and that busted belt sander I haven't let go of yet. Don't judge.
ShellyNo judgment. I'm just. I'm silently imagining the shelf tipping and a cascade of washers and loose screws burying you alive.
ArchieWell, that's mighty kind to you.
ShellyI try my best. Oh.
ArchieAlright. But if that shelving unit tumps over, I have bigger things to worry about than washers and screws. I mean this, this thing's a beast.
ShellyOoh. Sounds like the devil's left the front door open, installed a smart thermostat.
ArchieYou know this. This is why I keep everything analog. If it turns on by itself, I can turn it off unless the plug is behind the shelf, then I just stew in my own overcooked air.
ShellyWhat are the chances you fix this anytime soon?
ArchieNone. I'd have to shove too much out of the way.
ShellyShould we reschedule?
ArchieNope. No. No. Not not for this. We might as well record. You wanna start the intro? You are sure? I'm sure if I pass out, just keep going. I mean, maw-maw always said the show must go on. So even if that's when Arch is sweating through his underwear.
ShellyWell then, okay. Are you ready? Yeah. Okay. Here we go. Hi there. I'm Shelly.
ArchieAnd I'm Archie. Welcome to the porch for
ShellyTwo.
ArchieTwo
ShellyFrogs.
ArchieFrogs.
ShellyTalking.
ArchieTalking.
ShellyOne part telling tales
Archieone part talking life.
ShellyAll parts. All parts. A bit,
Archiea bit
Shellynot.
ArchieNow quiet. Quiet. Right. Now, it happens to be pretty apropos that my window unit is on the fritz blowing hot air all over the place.
ShellyOoh, it's like it knew today's theme is"the devil left the front door open."
ArchieYeah, it is gonna start feeling like that in here pretty soon.
ShellyI think the saying's pretty self-explanatory. If the devil left his front door open, then all the heat from hell would spill out.
ArchieLike it's doing in my garage.
ShellyBut it can also mean that if a door's left open, then something can get in that's not supposed to,
Archieor you might go to close the door and find out it won't shut.
ShellySo today's stories don't necessarily deal with the heat from hell, but they definitely deal with something being where it shouldn't.
ArchieAnd not going back where it should.
ShellyOh, and we've settled on what we think is a good format for these episodes.
ArchieOh, mm-hmm. Uh, subject to change, of course, if we find we need to, but it seems that something's missing if we don't include a family tale.
ShellyThat's right. So each week one of us will bring you a tale from the family's story chest, and the other will tell a classic tell with maybe a personal twist.
ArchieRight then it's up to you to vote, continuing our family tradition of weaving tale and honoring the tale spinners.
ShellyArch, do you remember when you told your first story on the porch?
ArchieOh, do I remember? Like it was yesterday. And for the folks out there, there's no hard and fast rules on who can tell. You just decide to do it when you're ready. If you're ever. Some folks like to take in a story, but don't care for putting them out, and that's okay. It takes all types, as they say.
ShellyArchie holds the record for a youngest storyteller in our family, and I was in my thirties before I was ready to give it a go.
ArchieAnd look at you now. All caught up and holding your own. Uh, by the way, what makes you bring it up?
ShellyDon't know. Just curious. And you were only eight when you started.
ArchieOkay. Now, hey, I. I'm getting up there in years, but my memory's not that bad.
ShellySore subject?
ArchieNot at all. I have no problem remembering what I ate for yesterday's lunch or where, where I put that spare key.
ShellyAll things folks, he most certainly does not remember.
ArchieUh, she's got me there. Now. If we're done discussing my memory and before I faint from the heat, should we get to telling?
ShellyNo time like the present.
ArchieWell then. Start us off'cuz
ShellyIt's my turn this week to bring the family story. So I've got one that comes straight from maw-maw, or Agnes, if we go by her given name, back when she was a teenager.
ArchieOh, I do love a good Agnes tale.
ShellyIn this one, her daddy, Eugene, decided the family was overdue for a proper camping trip. Not in the backyard this time, but out in the real woods. Full on adventure. Alice maw-maw's mama, and Eugene packed up the old truck with tents, gear, food, and the three kids, Agnes 14, Larry 12, and Ronald just 10. And when I say packed, I mean packed. There was barely room to breathe.
ArchieMm-hmm. That was back when you could ride with a few young ones in the bed along with all your gear. And you never know what may come in handy out in the wild, best to just throw it all in.
ShellyThat was definitely Alice and Eugene's approach. They figured that they weren't hiking the stuff into the campsite. It was a pull up and park scenario. So take more than you need.
ArchieI can get behind that approach.
ShellyWell, trouble started not even 30 minutes out of town. The truck got a flat. And of course no spare. Eugene had taken it out to make room for the cooler.
ArchieA classic mistake.
ShellyBut this was Eugene we're talking about, and he wasn't about to turn back. Nope. Instead, he patched that tire with bubble gum and inflated it with a hand pump that somehow just happened to make it along for the ride.
ArchieNow, see, that's innovation under pressure. I, I can't get my bubble gum to even stay in my mouth while I'm working on my truck, Betsy.
ShellyWell, it stayed put and they made it to the campsite, limping on a dodgy tire. And, they're all excited about making it to the spot and everything is falling into place. They've got plenty of time to set up camp before the sun starts setting. The birds are chirping, the wind is gently rustling the leaves and there's flat land to pitch a couple of tents.
ArchieAh, and I see where you pitch your tent is paramount to your sleeping comfort. Don't want too slanted. You don't want bumpy earth. That's no good.
ShellyAnd they thought they had won the tent pitching lottery. I mean, it looked perfect, but as soon as they tried sticking their stakes in. Well, the stakes wouldn't get stuck in. The ground was as hard as all get out. The stakes bent like paperclips. The ground was that hard.
ArchieYou know, was bad when the ground's fighting back.
ShellySo Eugene, he sent the kids to gather rocks to hold down the tent cords. Ronald found a good pile of them and led the family ever to gather some. Now what Ronnie didn't realize was the rock pile was home to another creature and that creature was none too happy about having its home dismantled.
ArchieUh oh.
ShellySo there Ronnie is excitedly grabbing a rock while everyone looks on. The next thing happened in a flash. Eugene snatches Ronnie out of the way with one hand and snatches a snake with his other.
ArchieJust like a snake handeler.
ShellyExcept Eugene wasn't that versed on snakes. I mean, sure he'd come across some now and then, especially water moccasins. But this was a rattler, and he jerked it up out of its hole, holding it right behind its jaw. Like a professional.
ArchieNope. Nope. No, thank you. I'd have been in the truck doors locked, rolling up the windows. Keys or not.
ShellyYou don't know what you do if a loved one was in danger.
ArchieWell, not true, but he, I mean, he just grabbed it with what? Confidence and a prayer.
ShellyWell, it seems that way. I mean, maybe it was some sort of natural instinct. I don't know. Oh, and get this, they ended up grilling that snake alongside their hobo packets for dinner.
ArchieNow that is one way has shown that snake, who's boss
ShellyMaw-maw said by the time dinner was done and the sun setting the whole day didn't seem bad at all. They sang songs, Eugene on the banjo and Alice on the harmonica. They told stories of course, and when it was time for bed, the kids crawled into one tent and the parents into another. All seemed good.
ArchieBeautiful. Hmm. And that is when the other shoe always falls.
ShellyAnd fall it did. Maw-maw and her tent woke up to the sound of rustling loud, persistent, coming from right by where they'd stored the food. Now, they'd been smart enough not to keep it in the tents, but they hadn't hung it in a tree either.
ArchieRookie mistake.
ShellyMaw-maw said it sounded like something big. Bigger than a squirrel or an a possum. Could have been a hog or worse, some forest creature with a taste of foil wrapped potatoes. She desperately needed her parents, but she didn't dare say a word. Any noise may draw the attention of the creature.
ArchieWhew. Can you imagine your parents are right there, but you can't call out to them?
ShellyNo. And can you imagine what Alice and Eugene were thinking? I mean, they must have been terrified for everybody's safety.
ArchieI mean, Eugene's already saved a kid from a rattler, now this.
ShellyRight. Well, maw-maw figures, she has to do something, at least get eyes on whatever is feasting on their supplies. So she motions for her brothers to stay put and stay quiet. She finally works up the nerve to peek out through the tent flap and just as she does, she sees her daddy come charging out of his tent in nothing but his underwear, slapping two shoes together and whooping like a banshee.
ArchieOkay, now that that's a Southern solution if I've ever heard one. Underwear, shoes, and sheer volume.
ShellyIn the moonlight maw-maw said he looked like a cartoon hero. Barefoot wild-eyed, making a racket loud enough to wake up all of Alabama.
ArchieA good thing the kid tent was already awake, or that might have resulted in some wet breeches.
ShellyOh, well, it did nothing to stop the invaders. They had more interest in the kitchen supplies than in Eugene.
ArchieKitchen supplies can be replaced. Eugene, on the other hand
ShellyWell, he had no reason to be concerned for his safety. The invaders ended up being a family of raccoons: mama, papa, and at least two little ones. They froze. Blinked at Eugene, and then went right back to rustling through the cookware. Like he hadn't made a sound.
ArchieDisrespectful and persistent. Those raccoons had no fear in their hearts.
ShellyNo, they didn't. And when his first tactic didn't work, Eugene lowered his shoes, cleared his throat, and said, real calm."I think we got off on the wrong foot. Y'all are welcome back for breakfast, but could y'all head out now? The kids are trying to sleep and y'all are making a racket."
ArchieOh, I, I forgot about that part. He negotiated with the raccoons.
ShellyAnd I kid you not, maw-maw swore those raccoons listened. Like they understood. Maybe not the whole speech but the vibe, absolutely.
ArchieSo sometimes all you gotta do is act reasonable and the other party will follow suit.
ShellyMm-hmm. But it didn't end there. Next morning, while Eugene was frying up eggs and the coffee was percolating that same raccoon family showed up again. Lined up just at the tree line, like they'd come for seconds.
ArchieI can't even get my neighbors to return my Tupperware and Eugene had four pawed critters returning for seconds.
ShellyThey came back for breakfast! And that's how maw-maw's first camping trip became family legend. Not just a camping trip, but the"Raccoon Family Breakfast."
ArchieMm-hmm. A maw maw classic. Thanks for reacquainting me with it. I'd forgotten the detail about them grilling that snake.
ShellyHow could you possibly? That sticks most in my mind. That and the image of Eugene busting out of the tent slapping shoes, and only in his underwear.
ArchieThat little raccoon family lined up for breakfast. That's a good,
Shellyoh, it is. Holding out their little mugs with their little paws.
ArchieWell, now can raccoons drink coffee?
ShellyWell, as the story goes, they did that day at least the mama and the papa did. Mm-hmm.
ArchieYeah, I figured giving the little ones coffee would probably be a step too far.
ShellyWell, when did that ever stop anybody in our family?
ArchieNot too often and good thing.'cause some of our best stories come from just that.
ShellyI'm just thinking of the time Jason got into Uncle Frank's thermos without anybody noticing.
ArchieYeah, he loved his strong coffee sweet and half cream. Uncle Frank that is.
ShellyGood thing'cause that cream diluted the caffeine. Otherwise, poor Jason would've vibrated out of the house and down the street.
ArchieAs it was, he was bouncing off the walls for hours more energy than a jumping bean. Aunt Evelyn was furious with Uncle Frank leaving his coffee thermos unattended.
ShellyYeah. He never made that mistake again.
ArchieWho, uh, uncle Frank or Jason?
ShellyJason did look miserable after a while.
ArchieWell, there's only so much jittering a being can take. I mean by hour four he was done.
ShellyBut the coffee wasn't done with him. No, sir. He had to ride that out for a couple of more hours.
ArchieAnd then, and then he just collapsed. You remember the head right into the dinner plate, mashed potato beard, all his energy just spent. Man. Whew. Speaking of spent, uh, how's your story? Anything you got to add to the raccoon breakfast or should I get going on mine?
ShellyI'm all told out. It's your turn.
ArchieAll right. Lemme just wipe all this sweat away from my eyes.
ShellyOh, are you okay?
ArchieOh, I'm just cooking. Just dandy. Alright. Whew. So this one is, uh, older than dirt and twice as dusty. Now we're headed back to ancient Greece, land of marble statues and gods who couldn't leave well enough alone.
ShellyOh, there are so many stories out of that place we could keep visiting each week. Which one are you going with this episode?
ArchieWell, it's a, it's a little thing known as Pandora's Box.
ShellyAh,
ArchieBut here's a fun wrinkle. It wasn't a box at all. Nope. Nope. It was a jar, a big old clay jar like a, the one you'd s store olives in or secrets you didn't want anyone sniffing around. But somewhere in the fifteen hundreds, some scholar fellow mistranslated it and ever since it's been a box.
ShellyWell, that is really interesting Arch, but if you only think about it for a second, I mean, you'd realize a jar makes more sense than a box. I mean, how many box shaped artifacts are there from that time compared to jars?
ArchieThat's right, but Pandora's box sounds so much more dramatic. Apparently, Pandora's Jar sounds like she opened a bad batch of Fig Jam.
ShellyYeah. Pandora's Jar just doesn't have the same ring as Pandora's Box.
ArchieMm-hmm. Now the, the story goes that the gods in their infinite boredom decided to make Pandora, the first human woman. Lovely, curious, full of potential, and gifted her with this sealed jar. But there's a catch.
ShellyOh, there's always a catch when Greek gods are involved.
ArchieSure is. Now they told her not to open it. Now, I don't know about you, but if I get a locked container and someone says,"don't look inside," well now that's a guaranteed way to make me peek, and I don't think I'm much different in that way then most.
ShellyYou know, I was reading the other day, turns out there's actually been studies on why people do the thing that they're told not to do. Like Pandora wasn't just being dramatic. There's psychology behind that.
ArchieOh, for sure, for sure. That's called the Pandora effect. That's a real thing. You see folks get curious even when they know there's a downside. You know, one study had people shocking themselves just to see what it feel like. No prize, no reason, just curiosity wearing clothes.
ShellyI can't believe people shocked themselves for no reason other than to feel what it feels like to be shocked.
ArchieNot everybody but a, a, a surprising number did. The study showed that it's not always about wanting good outcomes, like a reward. Sometimes we act because uncertainty is worse than not knowing.
ShellyHmm. That tracks, I mean, you tell someone don't look over there and suddenly over there is the only thing they can think about.
ArchieYep. Curiosity don't care about consequences. It's got a louder voice and if you also happen to be stubborn, like a certain cousin I know.
ShellyOkay. Rude but fair.
ArchieAlright. All right, so let's back to Pandora Now. She's got this jar slash box. Mm-hmm. And she opens it and out comes all the world's troubles: disease, despair, hard work, bad knees, broken hearts, you name it. They fly out like wasps at a summer picnic, just chaos buzzing into the world.
ShellyA swarm of any kind is no good, but a swarm of all the world's troubles. Oh, yikes.
ArchieMm-hmm. Pandora is horrified by what she'd unleashed. And quickly she slams the lid shut, and when she does, she traps something down at the bottom of the jar.
ShellySee, and this is the part I don't quite get.
ArchieWell, why not? I mean,'cause hope is trapped while all the bad stuff floats through.
ShellyYeah, exactly. Instead of letting hope free into the world, she traps it.
ArchieWell, that's one way of looking at it. Or you could see it as being protected and there when you need to pull the rip cord. Tiny and quiet, but still there.
ShellyWell that is a very optimistic view. I side with the gods are more cruel than not, and hope is left there more as a taunt than as a gift.
ArchieWell then uhm a little miss pessimistic. This story I've got is right up your alley.
ShellyOh, is it now?
ArchieI believe so. Now I ain't saying I believe every strange thing I stumbled across, but sometimes a story don't leave you with much room to argue.
ShellyAnd this is one of those.
ArchieSure is. See, years back I was helping clean out the back of an old barn that hadn't been opened in decades and tucked behind a stack of warped lumber and wasps nests was a metal toolbox. Dusty and a bit rusty, but solid, latches still sealed tight.
ShellyAnd knowing you, you couldn't keep your hands off of it.
ArchieI sure couldn't. Uhuh, of course, it, I, I asked if it belonged to anyone before I started poking around with it, but nobody claimed it, so I took it home.
ShellyDid you really need another toolbox?
ArchieNow, you know, I didn't, okay. But this one seemed, I don't know, rare. There was a tag on it. One of those old brass ones like you'd see on a locker, you know, and it just read,"Handle with care. Tools do not return."
ShellyThat's curious.
ArchieIt is. And I was, now, I, I figured that that tag meant that whoever owned it must have had a time getting his tools returned to him. Uh, that maybe it was a gentle reminder to him and, and not so much a warning to me.
ShellyIt's never a warning for you, but usually an invitation.
ArchieThat's how I like to see things. You know me well, and of course, curiosity got the better of me.
ShellyIt always does.
ArchieIt always does. Yep. Now I open the box and inside it was clean as a whistle and as organized as maw-maw's utensil drawer. Remember that? Yeah. Mm-hmm. Every tool you could want was in there, wrenches, pliers, a hand drill, even a full socket set that clicked together like magic. Whoa. Now the problem was when I went to put the set back, there was an identical one in its place. There was no room for the set I'd just taken out. So I, I laid it on the side there. I took out a screwdriver, you know, just to test the weight of it. And when I turned back, another had taken its place just like the one I had in my hand.
ShellyA magic toolbox.
ArchieA magic toolbox. Now, the evidence was staring me right in the face, but I thought I was seeing things, so I took out the hammer. And wouldn't you know it, another one appeared same make, same weight, same everything. I don't know what compelled me, but I took out each one of those tools and each time a doppelganger took his place. Oh, you must have been surrounded by tools. A mountain of them. I mean, I tried giving tools away to, to the neighbors, at the church rummage sale. I even set some out on the side of the road with a for free sign and it, it didn't matter. They somehow kept replenishing in mounds in my garage.
ShellyLittle mounds of tools scattered around your garage. Whoa. That would be a sight to see. Folks, Archie keeps his place neat and tidy. I, I don't know how you dealt with it.
ArchieWell, I'll tell you eventually I got a second very large toolbox just to hold the overflow. I filled that one too, and that's when I knew this wasn't a gift. It was a responsibility.
ShellyWell, what did you do with them?
ArchieWhat did I do? I sealed them both on up. I tuck the original one under a workbench and, and the big one's parked in a far corner of the shed, wrapped up in a tarp, and both are far away from where I usually reach. I haven't opened them since. Now, some things, once you take'em out, you can't put'em back, no matter how useful they seem.
ShellyEven though nothing evil came out of that toolbox, still messed things up.
ArchieRight, right. It wasn't demons or dark spirits that came spilling out. Just the sneaky kind of trouble that shows up in useful clothing. The kind you let in with good intentions, and before you know it, your garage is buried in tools.
ShellySo the door you left open was the latch on that box.
ArchieMm-hmm. And what came out wasn't fire and brimstone. It was clutter, responsibility and just enough usefulness to keep you from closing it all the way when you know you should.
ShellyMakes sense. It's like not all messes start loud. Some creep in nice and quiet till they take over your whole space.
ArchieI never thought tools could be such a bother.
ShellyI bet. Well, anything else to add?
ArchieI'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over the sweating. What was that?
ShellyI said, do you have anything else to add?
ArchieOh, oh, no, no, that's all.
ShellySo folks, those are the tales. Who told it best this week? Was it Archie and his Pandora's toolbox of non-returnable and ever replenishing tools?
ArchieOr was it Shelly with a maw-maw Classic. The ill-fated camping trip turned raccoon breakfast.
ShellyRemember, Miley's keeping a weekly score and the Great Tale Off winner will be announced on our season finale. We're still taking suggestions on the winner's prize.
ArchieYou can head over to our podcast page at not quiterightgoods.com to make suggestions, vote or just drop us a line. You can also vote on our Instagram page at NotQuiteRightGoods.
ShellySo Arch, we've come to the spot in the episode where we turn from telling and tales and look inward.
ArchieMm. You know, I, I've been thinking a lot on how once things get going, they can get outta hand. Once you open that door, well, it's easier to keep the door shut than undo what's done once it's opened. Like all those mounds of tools. Benjamin Franklin once said,"It is easier to prevent bad habits than to break them." And that really kept coming to my mind as I was preparing for the story this week.
ShellyThat's a good one. Arch, I mean, you opened Pandora's toolbox and found out you can't just put things back once they're out. Keeping the door closed on a mess in the first place is perhaps worth a thousand cleanups.
ArchieThat's my thinking. I figure if, if you can keep your tools where they belong or even better keep'em locked away, you avoid all the unintended chaos.
ShellyBut what if in avoiding the chaos you shut the door on possibility?
ArchieWell, yeah, I, I guess that's an approach to some take. It's not for me though. I'd rather not sit in the chaos on the off chance a life lesson or whatever might come my way.
ShellyBut that's exactly what you did. With the tools. You made a choice to invite in chaos when you decided the message didn't apply to you and look what happened.
ArchieYeah, I learned a valuable lesson, but, but that was the younger me making choices my current self wouldn't make.
ShellyIt doesn't matter. You made it and it shaped you.
ArchieYeah, it did. I, I take your point.
ShellyOkay. Well, mine, this week isn't quite on theme, but it fits where we are. My quote this week is a line from Jean Paul Sartre,"we are our choices." Our lives are shaped by the choices we make, right? It's not just about whether to choose chaos or not, it's also about how you deal with it.'cause you can't always choose whether the door is left open.
ArchieI hear you and I like it. You make a choice every day to pay attention to act, or to let the chaos roll in, and sometimes like on those days when chaos gets its way and slips in, our choices, in those moments, define us.
ShellyRight? I've seen it firsthand when warnings go unheard and distractions take over. But it's our choices, even the small ones that shape our world, whether it's deciding to open up a mysterious toolbox like you did. Or in the case of Eugene, invite the raccoons for breakfast in order to save breakfast.
ArchieEugene ended up with a story that's worth retelling and I've got two tool making toolboxes, gathering dust.
ShellyWe are our choices, Archie. We are our choices.
ArchiePoint well taken, Shelly. Man, it does get you thinking. How does a simple phrase about the devil letting in hot air, which by the way, I've got sweat in places that I'm not comfortable mentioning. Right. Oh. How does that lead us to pondering the meaning of our choices?
ShellyWell, I bet you're pondering the choice of blocking off access to the plug to that unit.
ArchieYeah. It's not blocked entirely. It's just gonna take some effort to get to it. That's all. Who. Boy, it is boiling in here.
ShellyLike the devil left the door open.
ArchieMm-hmm. Just like that.
ShellyThere's a t-shirt in the store that says the same thing. It's part of Archie's Southern saying series.
ArchiePerfect. For when life gets too hot to handle or for when your AC decides to turn the heat on all by itself.
ShellyOr when raccoons crash, your breakfast and your toolbox won't stop giving. You can find it along with the rest of our products at not quite right goods.com.
ArchieAnd remember y'all, if it's too warm out there, it's probably'cause the devil forgot to shut the door.
ShellyThanks for sitting with us a while.
ArchieYou're always welcome on the porch.
ShellyBye
ArchieBye. Oh my Lord. Is it hot in here? I need to get out from under this thing before I'm cooked.
JoeThis has been a not quite right goods production. Starring Joe Laureiro as Archie and Holland Renton as Shelly written, directed and edited by Holland Renton. Music sourced via Descript stock library.