My friends "Eric" and "Amanda"* drove up from "Cedar Rapids" to visit me this weekend. Obviously, having a pair of friends stay over can make things a little cramped when one lives in an RV. Standard practice for guests is to give them the bed while I sleep on my futon.
I suppose there are probably different ideas about the norms of appropriate conduct to expect when you let other people sleep in your bed. I was a little surprised when, soon after I awoke in the morning, Eric comes out of my bedroom on the way to the bathroom wearing the top sheet from my bed** as a toga.
"And you're wearing a toga."
"We didn't think you would be awake yet. We won't be up for awhile. We're, um, playing a game."
"Say cheese, sicko." [the digital camera, fortunately, was already at hand]
"Dude, this better not go on your blog."
Eric and Amanda did take my treadmill off my hands, so I will not have that taunting monolith of exercise defeat sitting in the corner of my dining room any longer.
* All pseudonyms, of course, as I'm nothing if not discreet.
** Fetching purple, no? Purple being, as loyal JFW readers know, my second favorite color.