Room 327- Friday evening

Sia was trying to put away laundry. Trying was the operative word here, as it seemed like every time she tried to hang something up, there'd be a knock at the door, and she was really annoyed by now.

"Candygram," the person on the other side of the door said one time.

"Singing telegram," they said another time.

"Flower delivery," they said this time.

And just like the first two times, Sia called, "Go away!" without opening the door, because you didn't pull this sort of thing on someone with a danger sense.


[I had to. Door closed due to shark, post can be open.]