While Bob, Joanna and I gamely try to eat one or two bananas a day, I thought I should update you all on the strings that were attached to our gift from the real estate folks.
Yes, we had the bananas. And yes, the real estate agents called me when I was at dinner last night to see if they could bring by some potential renters to the other apartment.
What could I say? I had taken the bananas and run. So I said yes, somewhat begrudgingly. Then today, I got a text: “good afternoon, daby. The plan has been changed and the clients won’t visit your apartment, so u can work without being bothered. Enjoy your day!”
Something tells me this story will last a lot longer than the bananas.