It is not
unusual around my house to receive phone calls and front door visits at odd
hours. My husband serves as local clergy
and sometimes he is needed when most folks are sleeping. When these occasions arise, some very
specific questions pop into my head. “Who
died? Where is the fire? Do I need to tag along? Does he need a white shirt?”
This
morning, long before sunup, our doorbell rang.
That is unusual because it’s a temperamental bell and only works if it
is pushed just right. My husband, an
early riser, was already in the shower and I was enjoying the last minutes of
my morning – sound asleep! When the bell
rang, the questions began. Thankfully, the
list was interrupted with the thought, “You are in your underwear. Find something else to throw on before you
answer the door!” With that, I scrambled
through the dark house to don a robe and get to the front door before the
individual in dire need gave up and departed.
As I readied myself for any number of emergencies that were about to
present themselves, I opened the door to see a young man of about 22 years of
age standing on my front step. In his
hand he held a newspaper.
“I deliver
your paper,” he began. “And … I don’t know if you know it or not, but
… your house was toilet papered!”
It begins. |
What? Nobody died? I thought for a moment I was
experiencing one of my early morning dreams that were often disjointed and
completely senseless. I think I may have shaken my head to clear the cobwebs.
He waited, dutifully, for my response.
“Um … yes,
thank you. It’s Homecoming week. It will probably be like this all week. We’ll
just leave it, but … THANKS!” In earlier
years I would have responded with much more sarcasm! Lucky for him I have mellowed some.
I returned
to my bedchamber, heart racing, still confused as to why my sleep was
interrupted. In nearly twenty years of
receiving the traditional Homecoming Week honor of toilet paper on my lawn and
in my trees, there has never been a Good Samaritan that felt the need to wake
me from my slumber and inform me of the damages to my property. I am hoping it will take at least twenty more
before another comes my way!
My newspaper is still waiting on the step along with some of the evidence! |
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