. . . Pest.
Thats right, you heard me. There is nothing more annoying than people who want something from you. At around 4 o’clock yesterday, about the time that I start seeing 5 o’clock on the horizon and start thinking “Oh, man, I can’t wait to get the hell out of here so I can sit down and relax for a bit,” my wife calls me on my cell phone.
“Hey, honey, I’m going to be out of town, but after work you need to run over and pick up Eric, and help him move his freezer.”
I am at my desk, typing up some shipping papers. I stop and ask the intelligent question: “Huh?”
“Joanne and Eric bought our freezer. I need you to go pick up Eric so you can run over to Kelly’s, grab the freezer, and bring it back to their house.” She explained.
“Freezer?” I replied. My mind is numb. I vaguely comprehend that at 5:00pm, rather than going home and vegetating, I am going to be moving something heavy.
“Yes. The freezer. . (static). . . over Kelly’s. Joanne and. . . (static) . . . and they need your truck. Look, I’m breaking. .. (static) .. . so just go over to Eric’s after work and. . . (static). . . , okay?”
My mind rages. Foul! It cries. She broke the 2 Hour Rule! Whenever I’m supposed to do something after work, she is supposed to give me a 2 Hour warning so I can adjust my bio-rhythmical thingys. I decide to tell her exactly what I think of her little request. “Okay.” I reply. “I’ll be there.”
Gah. . . that didn’t come out right.
So, after work, I put on my best “You owe me big-time” face and headed over to Kelly’s (it turns out I didn’t need to pick Eric up, since he was going to meet me there). Kelly apparently wasn’t in on this little plan because when we got there, nobody was home. I stared at Eric. Eric stared at me. I felt a Brokeback Mountain moment coming on, so I broke the tension: “Lets see if the back door is open.” (I visibly winced, realizing that didn’t help the moment, but it got us moving).
Fortunately, the back door was, indeed, unlocked, so in the spirit of “what’s a little larceny between friends.” We entered our friend’s house without permission, loaded the freezer onto the truck, and drove the 15 miles to Eric and Joanne’s place. We unloaded it and I said goodbye without ceremony and headed home.
Ahhhhh. . . Time for laziness.