The first came banging on my door late Friday night while I slept. I struggled out of bed and spied him through the peephole. He had a stupid grin on his face and waved to me. I opened the door, cautioned by my suspicious nature, and said "Yeah, what?"
I think he was a bit surprised to see me and muttered "Sorry, I thought you were Beth."
Do I look like a Beth?
I said, "Wrong wrong, buddy." and pushed the door closed. Then I got to thinking "Where's my gift." I mean if someone comes knocking on your door late at night, shouldn't they be bringing you something? I let the intrusion pass and went back to bed.
The next night another stranger approached my door and banged on it. I hadn't this many visitors since I can't remember. But I can remember the last guy and was quick to inquire as to his visit. This guy had the unmistakable appreciation of someone who spends a good deal of money on vapors. He was one toke from heaven or hell from all I could tell.
"Sorry man, I was looking for Beth."
"Wrong room." I said.
I began to think my predecessor was Beth and had lots of friends. Male friends mostly, I'm sure.
The remainder of my weekend passed without consequence until this Sunday afternoon. I was busily writing when a knock upon my door worked me into a frenzy. I had been caught with my paragraph exposed and quickly saved my work.
The stranger tapped much louder this time. I hurried to close the room and spied another wiseass holding some objects close to his chest. I opened the door, cautiously, and admired his gifts for Beth. He held a packet of chips, a cola, and a partially eaten sandwich.
"Beth doesn't live here anymore,"
He just gave me a stupid look and then shuffled his goodies about before backing up a step.
"Do you know where she went?"
I just quietly closed the door and went back to my writing. I'm not much on religion, but I started to think that maybe there was more to these visits than I originally thought.
I think he was a bit surprised to see me and muttered "Sorry, I thought you were Beth."
Do I look like a Beth?
I said, "Wrong wrong, buddy." and pushed the door closed. Then I got to thinking "Where's my gift." I mean if someone comes knocking on your door late at night, shouldn't they be bringing you something? I let the intrusion pass and went back to bed.
The next night another stranger approached my door and banged on it. I hadn't this many visitors since I can't remember. But I can remember the last guy and was quick to inquire as to his visit. This guy had the unmistakable appreciation of someone who spends a good deal of money on vapors. He was one toke from heaven or hell from all I could tell.
"Sorry man, I was looking for Beth."
"Wrong room." I said.
I began to think my predecessor was Beth and had lots of friends. Male friends mostly, I'm sure.
The remainder of my weekend passed without consequence until this Sunday afternoon. I was busily writing when a knock upon my door worked me into a frenzy. I had been caught with my paragraph exposed and quickly saved my work.
The stranger tapped much louder this time. I hurried to close the room and spied another wiseass holding some objects close to his chest. I opened the door, cautiously, and admired his gifts for Beth. He held a packet of chips, a cola, and a partially eaten sandwich.
"Beth doesn't live here anymore,"
He just gave me a stupid look and then shuffled his goodies about before backing up a step.
"Do you know where she went?"
I just quietly closed the door and went back to my writing. I'm not much on religion, but I started to think that maybe there was more to these visits than I originally thought.
....could only happen to you Spooky.......lol
