This is my downstairs neighbor. He knocks on our door with his own special knock several times weekly. He always has wierd stuff with him...sometimes he brings plastic bottles up to put with our recycling because he knows we recycle and I guess he wants to be part of the action. One time he came up with a subway bag full of dimes asking me to pot his geraniums with my potting soil (I didn't accept the dimes in case you were wondering). Recently, it was a small plastic container of earth worms that he had left over from fishing (not wanting to hurt his feelings, we of course accepted the worms and put them in the balcony garden). AND today while we were eating dinner there was the special knock at the door and low and behold --there he was with a giant box of Flamin' Hot Cheetos. It's just one sitcom episode after another around here. I do nothing -- I do absolutely nothing. It all just happens around me.
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