So I am woken up this morning by the doorbell ringing and the retarded dogs barking. I yell at the dogs to shut up and ignore it. The door bell keeps ringing and I look out the window. A hargray truck is in my driveway. "Seems important," I say to myself as I start to get out of bed.
"You know what? Fuck it. I'm tired."
I get back into bed, checking my phone first to make sure my parents didn't call or text me. I sit there and the guy keeps knocking at the door and the dogs keep barking. (I hate dogs so much.) I'm getting annoyed and just want to go back to sleep. The knock stops for a little. I jerk back my curtain to see if he's left. Just as I open the curtain, the guys looks straight at my window. Our eyes meet. "Shit. I got to let this fucker in."
I get out of bed. I bet he knew I was trying to get him to leave. I put on y swim trunks, and open the door. No shirt and mismatched nipple rings. Who knows what kind of condition my face or hair was in. "Yo."
"Hi. Partridge?" The guy in the bright orange vest said to me.
"Yeah, that's us."
"I'm here for the switch-over. To hargray."
"Um, yeah sure. Let me dial my dad first."