Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Somebody rang my doorbell earlier today. The dog started barking. I went to investigate. I opened the door and found two young men, both clean-cut and dressed in suits. And they were smiling.
I hate people like that.
We each gave the customary "hello," and then my eyes caught something in his hand. A small black book. And it wasn't the name and phone number of all of his conquests, either.
He started to thumb the book. He was about to open it when I spoke.
"Don't even think about it." It was a simple statement. No malice intended. I just didn't want to hear what he had to say. I mentally crossed my fingers and hoped he would be smart. The last guy who came to my door with a little black book wasn't.
"Okay. Have a good day." Yep. He was a smart one.
"You, too."
I closed the door. Crisis averted.
I hate people like that.
We each gave the customary "hello," and then my eyes caught something in his hand. A small black book. And it wasn't the name and phone number of all of his conquests, either.
He started to thumb the book. He was about to open it when I spoke.
"Don't even think about it." It was a simple statement. No malice intended. I just didn't want to hear what he had to say. I mentally crossed my fingers and hoped he would be smart. The last guy who came to my door with a little black book wasn't.
"Okay. Have a good day." Yep. He was a smart one.
"You, too."
I closed the door. Crisis averted.
// posted by Chris @ 3:42 PM 
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