Basement Business Part Two
Today Julie offered me a case of water. Out of the blue. "Do you like bottled water?" she asked through my kitchen window while I was cleaning the kitchen. I'd mentioned that our neighborhood is somewhat close quarters, but I didn't expect her to pull up my adirondack chair to my kitchen window so she could talk to me. It was a bit surprising. "Do you like bottled water?" she asked...
"Sure" I said. Why wouldn't I? "I got a few cases today and I thought you might like one" she replied. It's a nice gesture, but who buys extra bottled water just to give to their neighbors? "It's in my basement" she said. And there was the catch. She's still trying to get me into her basement. I'm not paranoid, but I have to say that it's odd that she keeps trying to get me down there. I haven't heard any screams from down there, so I don't know why I'm so afraid, but honestly, at this point there's no way I'm going down there. Not after she started trying so hard to get me there. "We only drink the flavored kind" I said, trying to find a way out of it. "Oh, OK" she replied. "Maybe next time."
If she comes back to tell me that she bought a few cases of flavored water and it's in her basement I don't know what I'm going to do, though. I guess that's when I switch to tap water for the flouride or something. In the mean time, I'm not going anywhere near her and I'm going to put my adirondack chair back under the tree where it belongs. And perhaps close my windows.
The good neighbor.
"Sure" I said. Why wouldn't I? "I got a few cases today and I thought you might like one" she replied. It's a nice gesture, but who buys extra bottled water just to give to their neighbors? "It's in my basement" she said. And there was the catch. She's still trying to get me into her basement. I'm not paranoid, but I have to say that it's odd that she keeps trying to get me down there. I haven't heard any screams from down there, so I don't know why I'm so afraid, but honestly, at this point there's no way I'm going down there. Not after she started trying so hard to get me there. "We only drink the flavored kind" I said, trying to find a way out of it. "Oh, OK" she replied. "Maybe next time."
If she comes back to tell me that she bought a few cases of flavored water and it's in her basement I don't know what I'm going to do, though. I guess that's when I switch to tap water for the flouride or something. In the mean time, I'm not going anywhere near her and I'm going to put my adirondack chair back under the tree where it belongs. And perhaps close my windows.
The good neighbor.