See anything wrong there?
Luckily, I read the “sell by” date before eating that yesterday. Or even opening it. Because that would have been a shock to the senses. Now, it’s fabulous when fresh, and I highly recommend it, when fresh. But sitting partially used for months and months had undoubtedly turned that delicious food into something better suited for bacterial warfare.
(As if confirmation were needed, I’ve been busy for the last few months.)
Anyway, a little earlier that morning, I had received a phone message from a neighbor’s home security company, about an alarm the company was getting of a burglary in progress at my neighbor’s house.
The security company couldn’t reach my neighbor, so they called me, because I was next on the neighbor’s contact list. (Or possibly because I’m the go-to girl for any emergency in town. I do have many superhero qualities.) But I missed the call, so the alarm company called the police. And it was just an alarm malfunction, not a burglary.
But when I told my neighbor, both of us were laughing about what the alarm company had expected me to do, if they had reached me. “Ma’am, we’re getting an alarm of a burglary in progress at your neighbor’s. Can you go over there and check it out for us?”
Yeah, um, okay, I guess, but, um, what should I actually … are you sure I am the appropriate … do I need to find a bat or something….. Wait, I know. Let me just grab some dip from the fridge here.