I was staring at my computer, paralyzed by a massive case of writer’s block, when my doorbell rang. And rang. And rang. I knew right away it was my plumber, Sam, because he’s not a guy who goes easy on doorbells.
I went to the door, wondering if my wife had called Sam on some plumbing emergency without telling me. So far as I knew, our pipes were in perfect order.
Sam was wearing a gorilla suit. I am not making this up—a gorilla suit—but without the head. To be quite honest, Sam doesn’t need a gorilla head...