This is the message I left for my buddy Felix*, (Yes, the same Felix who exactly four months from this day decided to- gasp!- ask me out on a date, and later became my ever-handy MysteryMan… ) who also happens to be in charge of the boys that were supposed to be demolishing my concrete last night:”Felix! The most amazing thing happened at my house today! I know that you and your boys came over today and tore apart my concrete wall because you told me you were going to, and I know you wouldn’t tell me that and not do it… especially since I went to all that trouble of getting a dumpster here from you. But, you’ll never believe this! When I got home today another concrete wall that looks exactly like the one that you guys tore down has sprung up in its place. Either that or there was a rip in the fabric of the space-time continuum and I’ve been transported back to yesterday when I still had a concrete wall. It’s the weirdest thing. Now I’m going to have to schedule you for another demolition.”
That about sums it up. It’s pretty much a crap-shoot about whether or not this thing will get torn down today, tomorrow, or ever. (This is why I hate things that I can’t do myself.) If I didn’t have a vision I’d have about given up on this by now.
(I still hold this over his head occasionally, but it wasn’t actually his fault and he’s made up for it innumerably since.)
*Real name changed, not to protect anyone’s identity, just because I get a kick out of referring to him as Felix.
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