Ring ring
Yeah, so many of may days start out like this. Actually yesterday started with a knock on the door, but I didn't want to play their game. Funny, the knock knocker goes away if you don't say "who's there." Sometimes it bugs me. It's a mystery. I need to solve it. What if it was an important door knock and I didn't answer it?
Knock, knock
Who's there?
A million dollars if you answer the door.
Come on in!
Yesterday's mystery caller will just have to remain—well, a mystery.
So where does the ring ring fit in? Yesterday afternoon. I'd just gotten home from buying dog food.
And let me interrupt myself, because that's another thing. You know why I bought dog food yesterday? Right because he was out. I told him to wait until Friday, but he insisted on eating anyway. It used to be, that I could call MyUnwife, and ask her to buy it on the way home. Now I'm the sole provider. I have to pretend I'm responsible. Go back to that picture of me. Do I look responsible? Does my blog paint me as a responsible guy?
Still, my dog thinks I am, and when He's staring at me with his brown eyes whimpering over an empty bowl I don't have the heart to prove him wrong.
Sigh.
So, even though I don't like going out during the week for distractions, I went anyway. What a lucky dog I have. And since the pet store is by Costco, I stopped there too. And speaking of Costco, is there a rule that stupid people have to shop there? There's this couple who wanders in front of me with the cart, then stops, now that they've passed me.
This turns out to be a well coordinated plan to keep me from going anywhere; they split. Him with the cart wandering around like somebody has nailed his foot to the ground. Trust me, I was seriously considering nailing the other. His wife has me blocked from passing to the other side, because she's sifting through the book stack. Now I love books too, but does she have to block me while her husband wanders aimlessly? I'd cut through the aisle behind me and sneak out the other side, but there's a sample cart at the other side. People are swarming around that like gnats. So I spend my afternoon staring at the books with the woman who cut me off. She had bad taste, but she liked to read. I thought that was a plus.
When I get home, the phone rings. I look at the caller ID, it says it's a local number, but it's not willing to reveal the caller's identity. I'm still itching from this morning's game of knock knock, so I pick it up.
"Hello."
I hear a click. I think I'm being taken off of speaker phone. "Hi, is MyUnwife there?"
"No, I'm sorry, she no longer lives here."
Pause. "Oh, I'm sorry."
So am I, but I'm used to it by now. "That's ok."
"ok" more pause. "goodbye."
"good bye."
It was kinda weird. I'm not sure who was more uncomfortable. Her, because she's talking to the guy who got left behind. Or me, because I'm talking to the friend who didn't even rate an address change card. I'm not sure who's on the lower rung here, but I'm gonna say her. I at least knew MyUnwife was leaving. Now this poor girl has a mystery of her own to solve.
It'll do her good. Sometimes its not knowing what or who's next that brings us to the next point. The mystery is good, it gets the blood pumping and reminds us that there's always surprises.
Knock knock.
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