Yesterday, as I was putting away my groceries, a male voice says: “Hi! My name is Charles. I’m from Oregon.” Startled, I whirl around to find a man in his mid to late 50s, standing in my kitchen.Apparently he had been invited by the school, picked up in Paris by a certain academic administrator, and dropped off at my apartment where he was left to fend for himself. Thanks for the advance warning guys! I’m glad I’m not a super awesome kung fu fighter or I would have taken his head off the moment I heard him speak. I’m also glad he wasn’t a serial killer; I’d probably be dead right now.
I fed him.I listened to his life story.I gave him an extra toothbrush. Charles slept in Crazy Man’s old room. When telling him about Crazy Man and the original condition of the apartment, I spared some details thinking he’d probably sleep better that way. Oh yeah, around 9PM, after our dinner, aforementioned administrator came to take Charles to dinner. Again, no warning. Communication is key people!!!
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