I was having a quiet dinner at home, when all of the sudden I heard knocking, coming from my front door. I got up slowly, reaching into one of the cupboards. That is where I kept my .50 cal Desert Eagle, which over the years had become on of my best friends.
I rested the barrel on the side of the door. If he tried anything funny, I’ll be ready to blast him away, no problem. There was one little problem though, I still did not know the identity of the person knocking on my door. Oh sweet sound of silence, embrace me into your oblivious bosom, let me drink the juices of your quiet suffering. Will this torment never end? Will this madness ever stop consuming my flesh, my blood?
I had to clear my mind. There were terrifying vibrations all around. I did not feel comfortable meeting new people, even if they were harmless. Every man, woman and child holds a potential danger, for me and for my apartment. I cannot allow just anybody to come in to my humble abode, there must be a dress code of sorts, most importantly no uniforms.
The man at the door turned out to be my next-door neighbor. Who in fact, was once a cleaning professional, back when cleaning was done by professionals. What was he doing at my doorstep at this time of day was beyond me. I opened the door, slowly, keeping my gun on the back of the door. I was going to blow his brains out, if just as so much tried anything funny. I shoot first and as questions later.
He has here to remind me that tomorrow was trash day. I had to clean all of my junk, and put it into a plastic container. I felt like shooting him right here, on the spot, right between the eyes. But I didn’t, I never could do that, knowing that it is my apartment. The fuzz is too noisy, they might figure it out, and that is something I don’t like.
Just as I was falling into despair, my neighbor suggested that he will do all the dirty work, for a small commission of course. This was the best solution I could think of on a such short time. He did a pretty amazing job as a matter of fact. My apartment had never looked so damn clean. Solute to the man who cleaned my apartment, let him live forever so he can clean my home everyday. Taking advantage of dumb idiots is my speciality after all. Let him clean, at least that way his hand are not busy playing with some forbidden stuff.
I rested the barrel on the side of the door. If he tried anything funny, I’ll be ready to blast him away, no problem. There was one little problem though, I still did not know the identity of the person knocking on my door. Oh sweet sound of silence, embrace me into your oblivious bosom, let me drink the juices of your quiet suffering. Will this torment never end? Will this madness ever stop consuming my flesh, my blood?
I had to clear my mind. There were terrifying vibrations all around. I did not feel comfortable meeting new people, even if they were harmless. Every man, woman and child holds a potential danger, for me and for my apartment. I cannot allow just anybody to come in to my humble abode, there must be a dress code of sorts, most importantly no uniforms.
The man at the door turned out to be my next-door neighbor. Who in fact, was once a cleaning professional, back when cleaning was done by professionals. What was he doing at my doorstep at this time of day was beyond me. I opened the door, slowly, keeping my gun on the back of the door. I was going to blow his brains out, if just as so much tried anything funny. I shoot first and as questions later.
He has here to remind me that tomorrow was trash day. I had to clean all of my junk, and put it into a plastic container. I felt like shooting him right here, on the spot, right between the eyes. But I didn’t, I never could do that, knowing that it is my apartment. The fuzz is too noisy, they might figure it out, and that is something I don’t like.
Just as I was falling into despair, my neighbor suggested that he will do all the dirty work, for a small commission of course. This was the best solution I could think of on a such short time. He did a pretty amazing job as a matter of fact. My apartment had never looked so damn clean. Solute to the man who cleaned my apartment, let him live forever so he can clean my home everyday. Taking advantage of dumb idiots is my speciality after all. Let him clean, at least that way his hand are not busy playing with some forbidden stuff.