WRONG NIGHT
I thought getting those Wicked tickets were a real blessing but now it seems that we got them for the wrong night. Although I like Mrs. Murphy and she was a good second grade teacher, she just doesn’t seem to understand that I am working when I am at home and cannot drive her around all of the time. She asked me the evening of the wake for her friend if I would take her to the hairdressers every Friday. I said that I would do it because I felt sorry for her. She has called me three times this week and it is only Thursday. Each time, she needs me to go to the liquor store for her and pick up a bottle of scotch. I told Joe about this and he said she sounds like an alcoholic. Donna agreed. I feel kind of funny that I am buying all of this scotch all of the time at the liquor store and feel compelled to keep telling the owner that the booze is not for me. He always responds with a “yeah, right.” I have a feeling that he doesn’t believe me. Not only do I see Paul at the liquor store, but I also see my other neighbor, Bill. He invited me over for a drink when he saw me picking up scotch. He knows about Joe but I guess he forgot. I said thanks but no thanks. I hope that Mrs. Murphy gets well soon. I am thinking of asking the liquor storeowner if he delivers.