when the doorbell rang last night, i was expecting one of those kids coming to try to sell me a water filter/new windows/a newspaper subscription. every single night someone shows up, asking if my mother’s at home. It really is the best way to get rid of pesky sellers. “no, i’m sorry. my mom is in Wisconsin right now.” hahahahaha! see…sometimes looking 16 has its perks.
instead of someone selling something it was !hello! aÃ‚Â smokin’ hotÃ‚Â police officer. My lucky day, i thought to myself. and YES, i will buy tickets to the circus. (oh wait…is that the firemen? someone in a uniform always sells me circus tickets….)
“Excuse me Ma’am. Is everything alright?”
“Why yes it is, officer. would you like to come in for a drink?”
“well, someone in your house called 9-1-1. It’s usually an accident…but we have to come out to the house to check it out.”
damnit. to. hell.
of course it was josh. because he was the one hiding in his room. he needs to work on his poker face. i always know when it’s him.
“I’m so sorry officer. How can i ever make it up to you? I’m sure we can think of something if weÃ‚Â put our heads together.”
and like that. he was gone.
you think it was the Annie movie quoting that turned him off?