Someone banged on the door.  Callie was all excited.  She loves strangers.  I peeked through the blinds to make sure that it was not some 6-foot-5 Godzilla ready to attack.  It was a middle aged lady.  I opened the door.

Her:  Do you have a cage?

Me:  Uh…  I think so.

Her:  Can I take a look at it?

Me:  Excuse me.  Why?

Her:  Didn’t you list it on the paper?  I am here to see it.

Me:  I don’t think I did.

Her:  Didn’t I just talk to you about the cage?

Me:  I don’t think you did.

Her:  Is this xxTH place?

Me:  Yes.

Her:  Didn’t you give me the address and directions on the phone?  I put it in my gadget and it took me here.

Me:  I don’t think I did.  How about this?  What is the address, the full address, you were looking for?

Her:  Hang on!

She ran to her car.  My heart began to race.  It was pounding in my ears.  Oh, please.  Don’t let her get a gun.  I am not ready to kick the bucket yet.

Her:  Here it is.  Isn’t this your address?

Me:  Close, but no.  We are 09, but you are looking for 17.

Her:  Huh?

Me:  Look.  (I pointed to the plate that showed our house number.)  Ours is 09, but it is 17 on your paper.

Her:  Huh? 

Me:  Well, I think 17 is in our development, but I don’t know which house it is.

Her:  Huh?

Yesterday was the smart ass recording.  And now this.  No wonder the piece of paper I got from the fortune cookie tonight while we were eating at the Panda Express was, “Reward yourself with something you deserve.”  Indeed!