Conditional Reality

The broom maker had no customers. Her brooms were beautiful works of art, but to survive she had to price them beyond the means of local folks. The broom maker was stubborn. She continued making brooms no one bought. Every house needs a broom, she said. People will buy mine when the ugly ones they get from the stores fall apart on them. When the broom maker died her house was stuffed with thousands of brooms. Townspeople came to pay their respects and each one left with a broom. They all agreed the broom maker made the best brooms ever.