“I’m glad you’re home, darling,” said Elizabeth when we got back to the house on Saturday.
“I kept having to call the landlord…
“I called him first because there was a leak in the basement…and then because the fire alarm went off and I couldn’t figure out how to turn it off. And then, calling him just got to be a habit, I guess…because you weren’t here…
“So when I got stuck in the snow, I didn’t know who to call. So I called him. And he came right over with a couple Latin Americans. They helped push me out of the snow…
“And then, I got my finger stuck in the corkscrew. I know this sounds silly. But I was opening a bottle of wine and a bit of my skin got caught in the mechanism… And the more I tried to get it out, the more stuck it became…
“What could I do? It wasn’t an emergency…I couldn’t go to the emergency ward… Or, I guess I could have gone to the hardware store…or maybe to the kitchen appliances department…
“I didn’t know who to call, so I called the landlord… I guess I’ve come to depend on him…”
“Sounds like I got back just in time…”
Regards,
Bill Bonner
for The Daily Reckoning Australia
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