Pool Table Fiasco pt. 1
Even before we moved Mark has called the FROG the “Pool Room”. The plan was to buy a pool table once we could afford it. But plans change. Our good friend Jeff just so happened to have a pool table in pieces in a closet because it didn’t fit in his apartment. So he sold it to us for $1.00.
But there was a catch. The slate was chipped so we would have to replace. No big deal, right?
Wrong. The slate that Mark bought does not fit the table. The holes are not in the right place to screw into the rails. And no one — not Mark or the guy he bought it from who owns a billiards store — can seem to make it work. So for now we have a really nice pool table in pieces on the floor with no set up date in sight.