Leah’s still in Wildwood. I’m home alone. Joe Pesci and Daniel Stern are trying to break into my house.

Just kidding.

She took the can opener with her to Wildwood, and tonight I cooked chili as dinner for the rest of the week. Thing is, I had to open up a can of red kidney beans and didn’t have a can opener. I couldn’t (okay maybe i was lazy and didn’t want to look for my multitools) open the fucking can.

Went across the street to our new neighbors to see if they would open the can. Their dog’s chorus rose, but no one was roused to the door.

Crossed back and bothered the neighbors behind our house since both cars were in the driveway. They didn’t answer the door.

“You know, if I just went to the Muellers I could’ve had the can opened by now.”

So I went to the Muellers. They welcomed me in with laughter, gladly opened the can, a tiny bit of chit-chat, then I returned home to complete my pot of chili.

If I had the can opened anywhere else, it would’ve been just good. Instead, I have a great pot of chili.

Chris S.
Anomalist, esperantist, cyclist, typist, dodecaphile, ailurophile, and oneiromancer. Chris lives near the shore with his wife, cats, and the Jersey Devil in his backyard.

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