Ok... i just randomly, for no reason, opened my front door.... And standing there is some fat, sweaty guy with no shirt on and pajama bottoms... he has a dog. A little dog. And the leash he has is a large, twisted plastic bag. He also has a bag in his hand that looks like a prescription bag. But its not. Its a bag of stuff to make spaghetti, as i later find out.
So he asks me," you know they crashed planes into the world trade center?" I say, "no."
He says," yeah, and you know what airline it was?"
I say again,"no."
So he says," american airlines. American airlines crashed planes into the world trade center."
I say,"wow. Thats something else."
"Oh, yeah. And congradulations on your boy," He goes on.
"Huh?"
"Yeah, i saw the sign you guys had outside your door." He replies.
"Ummm, that wasn't me."
"Oh, it must have been someone else."
"Yeah. I think it was" I say, trying to end the conversation.
Then comes the bag... the lovely, lovely bag.
"Here. Have this." As he hands me a lovely sack.
"Oh...uh... thanks... what is it?"
"Open it up and see what you have." He says. "You have some of this, and some of this..."
"Wow. Thats nice. Thank you." As i recieve my package of vermacelli, tomato sauce, strawberry jello, ranch style beans, and potato soup.
"have a nice day."
"Thanks. You too".
So then he comes back. Asks to use my phone. I let him. He's asking someone to come pick him up. I tell them how to get here. Then he walks off. A minute later i look out my door and some HOT young chick in a bmw x5 is picking him up....
