WHO’S THAT KNOCKING AT MY DOOR?
I took Psychology as a major, and got a job as an Uber-Eats driver. The two fit like pliers handles. The most intriguing are hotels/motels. I knock on the door and often get, Who is it? I wanna say, it’s your damned pizza. Who were you expecting?
With a glimpse inside some rooms, the answer might be – a hooker, Border Patrol, irate management, FBI, an exorcist priest, or all of the above. Many of the paranoid use the peephole. Sometimes I put my eye about an inch from the lens. Once, I had to slide the pizza in vertically.
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I’m keeping notes. I’m pretty sure there’s a bestseller in there somewhere. 😉 😯
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