...but you can't come in...
Today I found a private investigator's card on my door with a note on the back to please call. In my experience, these people don't easily go away so I thought I could make a quick call, answer a few questions, and be done with it. I left him a voice mail: "I found your card on my door. I'm not sure what this is about." I did not leave my name or number. If he was hired by the person I think, he already has that info.
I went for a bike ride and my phone started vibrating. It was my daughter. "There's a man in a suit at the door and he won't go away."
Now I'm annoyed. Can he not just return a phone call? I called his number again. Of course he still didn't answer. Now I'm pissed. "If that's you at my door, I'm not home and you're scaring my daughter. GO AWAY!"
Then I texted the new guy. "Does the PI at my door belong to your wife?" He says no, he can't imagine why she would still have PI's checking up on him. My money says he's the one getting played...
I did not hurry home for that idiot. I rode an additional 5 miles before returning to find another card from the same PI's office with the same note on the back. Maybe I'll call him again tomorrow, maybe I won't.
I didn't get laid. Not even phone sex. We never so much as kissed. At least let me sin a little if I'm going to have to deal with all this drama.
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