"Who's there?" I call out from my sofa after a series of knocks at my door. "I'm from Sears. I've come to look at your garbage disposal," comes a voice. I had almost forgot! In all the craziness of the last couple days, a broken garbage disposal was the least of my worries. "Come in," I shout knowing the door was unlocked from my early morning coffee run. "Hey, I'm Matt," he introduces himself extending a hand for me to shake. Dressed in a denim jumpsuit, he is the appidomy of all masculinity: maybe mid-thirties, tall, dark hair, mustach, muscular build, and a great smile. "I'm Dave," I… 阅读更多内容
