last friday night, i was cooking dinner, chicken & gnocchi soup. basically, i wanted to rip off the olive garden recipe and just make it twice as big to make it a dinner-sized portion. i'm creative that way. so, about halfway through, the doorbell rings. i'm thinking "it's 8pm, it's friday night, someone is a buzzkill. it must be those jehova's witnesses!" so barbara goes to answer the door. as soon as she opens it, i shout from the kitchen, "IT BETTER NOT BE THOSE GODDAMN JEHOVA'S WITNESSES!!!"
to be honest, at this point, i didn't care who it was. it could've been barbara's sister for all i knew. she might've found it funny. as it turned out, it was a guy who wanted to collect letters from residents to urge congressmen to make a law... goddamn this is taking a long time... to stop people from dumping prescriptions down the drain. well, at some point, barbara dropped his clipboard on the ground, fucking up his paperwork in the dark. he said "can i come in to... uh, nevermind." therefore, my contribution to the conversation succeeded.
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