Yesterday while I was on the deck talking story with my brother and a friend, I spotted the Kirby Man driving up my street. Then he parked in front of my yard. I thought he was bringing the rest of the items he promised to deliver by Thursday so I was happy to see him. But when I opened the front door, outside stood a guy that sort of looked like the salesman but only he looked tore-up. Sorta like after a weekend of non-stop drinking or a typical night for me at the Casino. You get the gist. (more…)
