Was home on Sunday afternoon, hear the doorbell ring, followed by some knocking. I look out from a side window,
and it's two Verizon boons, holding clipboards. One is a pear-shaped young sheboon, with a brillo-puff hurra doo,
holding her hefty self upright on our deck railing. The other was some sort of halfrican breed, who was ready to
deliver a sales pitch I don't need to hear. They gave up, but the next day - Coonteenth - another jig, this time with
shitlocks, a stupit-hat, air-pods in it's nickle ears, "jury" around it's neck - there ringing our bell and knocking at 6pm.
I watched him go to several of my neighbor's doors - same result - not answering. Niggers and door solicitations are
not a good match. Unfortunately, we no longer have either one of our two Rhodesian ridgeback sisters, losing our last
girl a few weeks ago. They made anyone at the door better hope we didn't open it....