christ.

Jul 09, 2007 12:30

i'm hiding in my office from leonard, the leader of the cleaning company that makes a weekly visit to my house. leonard is 50, black, and has some sort of mental disorder. everytime mama j leaves me alone with him, the following things, without any doubt, happen:

1. "WOULD YOU LIKE SOME TEA!? TEA TIME TEA AND LEMON TIME!? DO YOU PUT WHISKEY IN YOUR TEA!?" is shouted at me
2. i am called miranda repeatedly
3. i am laughed at repeatedly after explaining that my name is not miranda
4. i am followed into each room and asked if i plan on making hot chocolate this morning or not
5. i am fetched every half hour to open the garage door for him, because he has some type of irrational fear of doing it himself
6. i am told some made-up story about my own pets. example: OOOH YEAAA, that little brown dog over there, she followed me home last time i was here! ran right next to me the whole way there!
7. make up just about anything and it would apply to something that actually happened with leonard.

i'm making a mental list of things to look forward to in the next week, and making rhyme lists on the back of this envelope, as to raise my spirits.
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