Beds and breakfast
The truck from Jordan’s furniture was already backing down the narrow street I live on when I got there. I opened the door, and the two guys on the truck started unloading my dining room and two beds. While they set things up, I talked to the Verizon people about why I wasn’t getting a dial tone.(1)
After the Jordan’s guys left, I went upstairs and lay down on my new bed. It smelled funny, but there I was, listening to the birds and the trains. I think I snoozed for a few minutes.
Later I went to the refrigerator, got out the milk, pulled down a bowl and a box of cereal, and I had breakfast at my new table.
This was to be my last landline. ↩︎