For everyone else but me. I awake early because of my cat, as usual, and my landlord knocks on the door 10 minutes later. I don't know what to expect and I don't really care because I'm in my robe and I haven't had my coffee yet. Then my landlord says that the firetruck needs me to move my car. And I say, ok, hang on, let me put some clothes on.
Let me tell you, there is nothing like having 4 firemen and my landlord watch me run out in sweats with my perfect Einstein hair and sleep-crusted eyes and then watch me back my snow-covered car into the curb. At 9 in the morning on New Years Day, 2009. Good thing it wasn't an emergency.
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