“Andy! Hey, Andy, you here?”
“Funny... Listen I was wondering if you could help me...”
“Come on, you don’t even know what I want yet! Hey, this is nice. When did you fix up the kitchen? Last time I saw it, it was a wreck.”
“Last time you saw it, Gary, was when you moved out of it.”
“Well, yeah, but I didn’t wreck it! It was in bad shape when I moved in.”
“But you didn’t fix it either, and you never took care of it, or cleaned up after yourself.”
“I did my dishes!”
“Yeah, when you ran out and had nothing left to eat off...”
“OK, I wasn’t Mary Homemaker. So what? Anyway, the building Frank and I got our new apartment in is having a big fumigation tomorrow and I need a place to stay. Just a couple nights...”
“Fumigation for what?”
“I’m not sure, I didn’t read the whole thing. I just read where we need to be out Tuesday and Wednesday. Frank’s going to his parent’s house. I just need to crash somewhere for a couple nights. You know you wouldn’t have this great place if it wasn’t for me asking you to help me move out.”
“Let me see those papers... It says here the building has bed bugs.”
“Bed bugs! Wow, that sounds like a science fiction movie! Attack of the Bed Bugs!” Gary laughed, as he absentmindedly reached down and scratched his leg vigorously.
“Do you know what bed bugs are?” Andy asked.
“Well I’d look them up if I were you. For now though, just do one thing for me.
“Get out of my house.”