George was sick of Amy’s nagging. For a month, she had been after him to clean out the basement—even withheld their weekly rendezvous. “I am fed up with this junk! Why don’t you throw it away? You’re using up perfectly good living space. I WANT MY BASEMENT BACK!”
Grudgingly, George placed his precious possessions out front for pick up the next day. It would cost more to have it hauled than it was worth.
Around 7:00 p.m., Amy was screeching again. “George, there's a homeless man on our property! Hurry up! Call the police! Officer, he's stealing our things!”
Grudgingly, George placed his precious possessions out front for pick up the next day. It would cost more to have it hauled than it was worth.
Around 7:00 p.m., Amy was screeching again. “George, there's a homeless man on our property! Hurry up! Call the police! Officer, he's stealing our things!”
