The Rats In The House And The Wolf In The Woods
- Sep. 25th, 2008 at 6:23 PM
I have a friend we'll call Bob because it's only three letters and easy to type. Bob lives in a nice suburban home and is a kind, friendly American. We've been friends for years and he's always struck me as a font of common sense and decency.
Until the past few years that is.
Bob's got rats in his house but for some reason he can't seem to admit it. But he goes on at great length about big, scary wolves in a faraway forest. Not putting too fine a point on it, it strikes me as insane. He invited me to dinner last week and it was a surreal experience.
I got to Bob's at about 7. Bob opened his front door and the unmistakable stench of rodent hit me immediately.
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