Saturday, May 17, 2003
There's A Moron At The Door
"Mother? Someone at the front door wants to speak to either you or Dad," said my daughter. I thought I'd just heard her say something about a moron at the door.
I didn't see a car in the drive. I open the front door to see a nice looking young guy with jet-black hair, a dark tan, with a blinding white smile. (so far, so good) Checking him over further, I also noticed:
1. White dress shirt? Check
2. Black dress pants? Check
3. Black dress shoes? Check
Oh, great. There's a Mormon at the door. Probably just hopped off his bike.
"Listen, honey," I announced, "I'm really not into talking religion with you right now."
"No", he chuckled, and nodding towards a neighbors house, he began, "Dwayne said you might have a place for rent."
"Oh, okay. I thought you were... ," I managed to mumble with a size 9 in my mouth.
Yeah, I had it right the first time. There really was a Moron at the door.
"Mother? Someone at the front door wants to speak to either you or Dad," said my daughter. I thought I'd just heard her say something about a moron at the door.
I didn't see a car in the drive. I open the front door to see a nice looking young guy with jet-black hair, a dark tan, with a blinding white smile. (so far, so good) Checking him over further, I also noticed:
1. White dress shirt? Check
2. Black dress pants? Check
3. Black dress shoes? Check
Oh, great. There's a Mormon at the door. Probably just hopped off his bike.
"Listen, honey," I announced, "I'm really not into talking religion with you right now."
"No", he chuckled, and nodding towards a neighbors house, he began, "Dwayne said you might have a place for rent."
"Oh, okay. I thought you were... ," I managed to mumble with a size 9 in my mouth.
Yeah, I had it right the first time. There really was a Moron at the door.
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