The hothouse was cleaned out. Everything was almost ready. But the floor was still bare concrete. She went to a pool supply place a couple of towns over and asked if they worked in her neighborhood. They said, "Usually not," but indicated that they were willing to work on her pool or whatever for a slight trip charge.
"Oh, no," she answered, "It's not that. What I want is that special pool area carpet you sell. A friend of mine recommended you. She said the carpet was very long and soft like an indoor carpet, but could get wet and would stand the sun like a good pool side carpet."
"How big is your pool?" the salesman asked.
"Actually," she replied, "it's a greenhouse that I want to be able to use as an indoor patio." She went on to say that she wanted to have parties out there and wanted it to look nice. "I'm reducing the hanging stuff to a minimum," she explained, hoping that the salesman didn't notice that she suddenly turned a deep shade of red.