Thursday morning, I got a text shortly after 8:00, from The Pony, questioning our Errand Day plans. Rather than texting back, I decided on a quick call.
"No, I don't really need any groceries. We'll just do the bank and gas and lottery."
"Guess who just knocked on my door right before 8:00."
"Oh, no! Your dad?"
"No. It was a furnace company. They asked if this was Thevictorian residence. I said yes, and they said, 'We're here to put in your furnace.' I told them I didn't NEED a furnace. That I already had one, but I could believe my dad sent them here. The guy pulled out his phone, and said, 'Well, this is the address, and it even says on the corner.' I told him, 'You need the OTHER corner, at the end of this block.' So they went down there to the flip house."
"Of course. That's your dad!"
"Yep. I saw the guy's phone. Dad had given them MY address!"
"What a pleasant way to wake up. I hate it when people knock on my door!"
"I had just gone to lie down in my second bedroom. You know how it is. Sometimes you just like a change when you're laying around the house doing nothing."
"I figured there would be things like this, knowing your dad, with Lap House so close to your house."
Anyhoo... I knew Lap House was getting the furnace on Thursday. I sent a check with Hick for payment. Renovations are underway. Maybe The Pony should be prepared for tradesmen traffic.
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