Joshua remembered in complete accuracy the day that she arrived, ringing his doorbell.
The night before, he partied pretty heavily with his buddy Brandon and a few of the other guys from the office. Since it was Brandon's bachelor's party, Joshua and the guys drank at least twelve too many shots before packing it in for the night. So, a buzzing annoying doorbell at ten o'clock the next morning was about 5 hours too early for him the next morning.

"Ugh....ugh!" he drunkenly purred in response to the first set of buzzing. He had just enough time to roll over onto his side before three taps on his door announced the next set of doorbell buzzing. "Go" pause "Away! People are hungover in here!" he grunted

It wasn't long before for another set of knocks to interrupted the silence. The knocking at the door mimicked the thumping occurring in his head. Josh thought to himself, "Wow, someone is a persistent little grunt! And, memo to self, no more tequila, ever!" As if on cue, the room started spinning and the pounding on his door returned. He would have to answer it know. "FA.....ine! You ah.... Winnnnnn!" he slurred with plenty of spittle dripping from his chin.

Standing up posed to be a problem; especially once he attempted to walk the length of his hallway. Leaning against the wall, Josh slowly inched his way towards his door and the noisy caller. A few feet before reaching the final destination, he fell with a loud thud and was forced to crawl the remaining few feet to the door.

After a dizzy moment or two dedicated to staring at the cracked, peeling paint at the bottom of door; Josh remembered to unlock and open his door to his visitor. Sadly, standing up was completely out-of-the question.

Since that he was half passed-out and on the the floor, his first look at Samantha-his new neighbor was a stellar view of her garnet red, sequined high heels. With great flourish, Josh proclaimed, "Hi......gh! I'm Joooosh.....and you must be Dorothy!"

With a nervous giggle, Samantha's frustrated frown budged into a smile. "I guess to you I must look like Dorothy. Well...it's nice to meet you, too."

Josh returned her greeting with a tequila-laced hiccup that was not missed by Samantha. "Do you know where your car keys are? Your V dub is blocking my parking space."

Learn more about this author, Trinell Hartranft.
Click here to send author comments or questions.

---

Add your voice

Know something about Humor: Neighbors?
We want to hear your view. Write now!