"You have too many shoes, I'll give you more"
He knocked on the door at 8 a.m. on Wednesday. I was still in my jammies and not feeling well--some kind of stomach bug--so I didn't catch every word. Something about telling Anna that he loves her dearly, he is not a thief and that he has a court date on the 5th. I "okayed" him until he left and I went back to bed.
I chalked it up to being an interesting way to end the year.
I think his date with justice might have something to do with an item I read in the local paper's police beat about stolen gifts found at my apartment building. There were no arrests, but The Husband did see two police cruisers outside the building on the day of his last "visit."
All was quiet until yesterday, which was still quiet, but when we opened the door to go ice skating we found these slippers. Again, we snuck them back downstairs to his welcome mat with no repercussions.
I'm still trying to figure the reasoning behind giving us more shoes. I thought for a moment that maybe it was a hint that we make too much noise, but the dude is deaf as a haddock; let's just say he loves his musicals. And much to my dismay, our apartment has wall-to-wall carpeting.
I can only assume that since we have a habit of taking our shoes off before we go inside, he has seen them and decided we like beat-up old shoes.
He does have folks who stop by and check in on him and there have been other "visits" to my neighbors. I think that his court date might be more about being able to live on his own than about stolen gifts.
Too bad. I think we have the same shoe size.