UGH! My work phone just rang with my home phone. My stomach sank as soon as I saw the ID because I never usually get calls from my home (duh - the dogs can't dial) and it still comes up as Mr. A's name.
I caught my breath and thought it must be my mom, as she's coming over later to watch the dogs because I have to work til about 11 tonight.
Nope, it was Mr. A. He "had" to come over to get his razor. I picked up, "Hello?" He's like, "Hiiiii, um I *had* to come over here to get my razor. I HAD to - I bought another one and it broke, so I had to come get this one. Do you know where it is?" I told him it was upstairs in a bag with the rest of the stuff he'd brought over lately. I think he walked up there and was looking for it, like, "Is it in the bedroom? The other room?" I didn't say much but I guess he found it because he was like, "Ok, thanks." We said bye and that was it.
I know I'm likely to get a 2x4 for posting our conversation verbatim, like I shouldn't be hanging on his every word. Well, I still am. It is what it is.
I didn't try to talk more or ask him to spend time or act particularly nice. I was all business. But I also didn't get on him for coming into the house without my permission.
