off when
you come in the door,
the woman
tells me,
yelling down from
the kitchen
with her hazmat
suit on.
okay, i yell back.
so i sit on the step and
slip out of my shoes.
what about my
pants,
i yell up the stairs,
on or off?
this makes her call
the police.
i guess
i won't be getting
that job.
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