Knocking On Doors
It’s a little weird around here, as Kathy continues to recover, and I had my little bout of whatever the hell got me yesterday. “You should try eating dry toast, or rice, something bland,” Nurse Kathy said. “Nah, I’m going pasta,” I said, “It’s never failed me.” “You’re an idiot,” she said. “Wrote a whole book about it.” And there was a knock at the door. Sam responded, and said: “She wants to speak to the home owner.” I headed to the door, and a peppy young girl asked me if it was a good time to talk. “Depends what we’re talking about,” I said. She asked me if I’ve enjoyed paying my electric bill lately, and asked if I ever considered adding solar panels. I knew that she was wasting her time with me. I’m not adding solar panels, but I listened and spoke nicely. She finished it all up in about ten minutes, and promised to email me more information. “Great. Have a nice day,” I said. When I returned to the family area Kathy and Sam were having a conversation about I’m a nice guy bec...