The Bug Man Cometh!
Ever since my bout with stomach cancer some twenty years ago, I'm a guy who needs a mid-day nap. Needn't be long; twenty minutes is fine. But it's my time. I'm retired and when I get tired. I needs me nap!
I'm usually an amiable sumbitch. Someone comes to the door, I'll usually answer it. But I don't feel I'm obliged to. It's my door, my property and my prerogative. And, damn it, my nap!
So today, when somebody rang the doorbell, I just ignored it. When it bonged twice more, I ignored it again. And then the visitor starts pounding on the door. Bam, bam, BAM!
I can take a hint, too. I dragged myself off my bed, stumbled down the stairs, opened the door and some guy I've never seen before is standing there with a big ol' shit-eating grin. "Can I help you?" I mumbled.
"I'm the bug man," says he.
So here's my question. How do you feel about, how do you deal with, these door-to-door napwreckers?
AlextheKay needs his rest!
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