Confession
Dear Neighbor,
I owe you a Wall Street Journal (and I’m pretty sure you already know that). You see, I’m up to my ears in creepy crawlers, and when I walked into the lobby to get my mail and saw a 1,000-legged squirly bug I knew it was only a matter of hours before it wormed its way over to my door. So, I picked up the nearest flat object I could find. I didn’t realize that 10 seconds after I squashed that slithering sucker you were going to pick up the newspaper. Your newspaper. It was really awkward when you cocked your head back in disgust. Oops. I have to imagine that if I expected to read about Russia and instead saw 1,000 squished legs I’d have the same reaction.
But you have to understand that while I’ve ruined your paper, you get to escape the rodent-infested first floor and ride the elevator to safety. I on the other hand, must fight the fight.
Consider this an IOU.
Sincerely yours,
RB
