When Mary Ellen got home, I bragged about the bathroom renovation, and told her that this week I was going to write my column on the new toilet seat.
“Don’t you think you’d be more comfortable sitting at the computer desk?” she asked.
I called my friend Bob and asked him to stop by so he would have a chance to see my handiwork. When he arrived, I offered him an ice cold beer. But he wasn’t biting ... or drinking.
“I’m way ahead of you, Dick. I ran into Mary Ellen at the drugstore yesterday and she told me you’d probably want me to come over to admire your accomplishment. Your aim is just to get me to use your new facilities, right?”
“Bob, just get in there and worry about your own aim.”
Then Bob — just to drive me crazy — finished his beer and quickly left to go home. I don’t know when anyone else is going to stop by our place. I guess I have to be patient … and will try to sit tight.