There's an Echo in Here. There's An Echo In Here. Dear Blog:
Soon after getting home from work I heard someone knocking on my front door.

I went to answer it and found a lady on my front porch. I wasn't sure, but I thought she was the lady that lives across the street.

She says, "Hi. I'm Liz. I live across the street."

See! I told you!

She says that she got my letter about the barking dog. She apologized for keeping me up the other night, and explained that she was just minding the dog for a friend who had gone away for a short vacation. It seems the dog was experiencing some separation anxiety. Then she told me that the dog's owner had already returned and collected the dog.

"So," she continues, "you shouldn't be hearing the dog again. Are we ok?"

I say, "Are we ok?"

She says, "What?"

I said, "What?"

She says, "I'm sorry that the dog disturbed you. I hope you can forgive me."

I said, "I hope you can forgive me."

I was repeating everthing she was saying and I couldn't seem to stop!

She smiles and says, "You wouldn't be poking fun at me, would you?"

I say, "Would you?"

She says, "I'm sorry?"

I say, "I'm sorry," and I close the door.

That could have gone better, I think.
- Bernie  ¶ 5:09 PM