Carl phoned me yet again. Carl calls a lot. Someone should take that guy's phone. He says "Howdy." One word then he says nothing else. With Carl a pattern has developed.
I purchased a home in Carl's neighborhood a year ago. Everyone knows one another so Carl posits this closeness, this fate proximity allows him reign over telephone lines as if he's the friendliest Mussolini in history.
Filling in the dead space I inquire the reason for the call. He tells me to come over to his house so he could show me something. Subterfuge bounces off him like rubber. I went to Carl's house
Carl's yard is as obnoxious as the man himself. As I approach I recall that his lawn usually displays seasonal decorations. Winter is just coming to an end and so what does he have propped up? A large, inflatable flower. Gaudily it welcomes me as I approach his front door. Carl pops out his door before I can ring the doorbell. Cupping my arm he takes me past his porch awning. He looks up. I follow his lead. We're both looking up. This should be interesting.
I discover the entire purpose of my requested presence was so he could tell me about his gutter covers, which he claims keeps leaves out of his gutters. Shockingly, Carl's ramblings were actually helpful.
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