All is quiet Chez Shark.
*a strangled squawk from the intercom*
I do not respond to unscheduled visitors** so the intercom is ignored.
The intercom squawks twice more and is ignored twice more.
I am supine on the snot green couch, contemplating choices for the evening's entertainment:
The Great British Baking Show
The Godfather 1, then 2, then 3.
The doorbell rings likes it's auditioning for the role of Alarm Clock in Fantasia.
Shocked out of somnolence, crashing to the floor, hopelessly befuddled, I go to the door. Look out the peephole.
No one there.
Open the door.
A delivery bag smelling quite succulent hangs on the door knob.
A food delivery?
I fear I have started sleep dialing Seamless.
Is that a COVID-19 symptom??
Sure enough, a series of increasingly frustrated texts from delivery guy trying to get in the main door.
"But I didn't order any food" I text back, secretly thinking "don't even hope to get this back, bucko!"
Seamless Delivery Dude who is literally risking his life to do his job these days refrains from replying with the obvious "you dunderhead, how did I get your name and address AND PHONE NUMBER by mistake."
I check the contents of the bag
Hamburger! Fries! Milkshake!! Food I did not have to cook, pots and pans
I do not have to wash. Talk about deliverance!
I check the order form.
The order form has a comment box:
"From your youngest sister, you know the one who is the second best Christmas present?"The year I was ten, I got a horse for Christmas. The year I was 18, I got a sister for Christmas.
Sagittarius now has a real shot at the #1 spot on the Best Christmas Gift list!
|I am clutching the milkshake as I snap the photo!|
**After the Unfortunate Interaction with the Jehovah's Witness visitors
who knocked on the door when I was stripping paint with a heat gun.
They literally RAN down the stairs when I opened the door.
I guess I forgot to turn off the heat gun.