Pam had the nerve to knock on my door yet again the other night. She acted all nice, had a big old smile on her big old face and pretended like there are no issues between us.
“You wouldn’t by any chance have an extra light bulb?” she asked.
“A light bulb?”
“Yeah,” Pam said. “It’s all dark in my apartment.”
“Sorry,” I replied, “no light bulbs.” I closed the door. Didn’t slam. Closed.
I felt like telling the idiot that maybe it’s all dark in her apartment because she forgot to turn on the light switch but why make the conversation any longer.
I also told Pam a lie. I have a whole drawer full of light bulbs—those new fluorescent kind. I really like them as they tend to last longer than the old type of bulbs.
So now I’m a liar, telling Pam I had no light bulbs, but when it comes to her, I think it’s better to do that than open any kind of door with her. She’s a taker, not a giver. Yes, I’m learning from past experiences.
Poor Pam, sitting up there in her apartment in the dark. What a dim bulb she is.
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