I'd heard the garbage truck come in the wee hours of this morning, but I was still in bed when I heard a knocking at the door. Well, no one ever visits anymore, especially at 7:a.m. So I threw back the blinds and opened the door----to the Culligan Man. He was there to deliver salt for the water softener. No, I said. I called and said we didn't need any this time; that was in response to their delivery confirmation call. Actually, I called last month with the same message plus I'd also emailed them to delay their delivery until further notice. Jeff said yes, he remembered delivering 2 bags last month and since there were already 2 unopened bags, he just left them there. He also said we were scheduled for 3-month intervals, but yes, he had been here last month. So I'm now hoarding waters softener materials. I hope, in light of the recent spate of attempted larcenies, that we won't be targeted for our stash.
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