Mick and I are sitting on the front porch, drinking coffee in the sun. A man with long brown hair passes by. We say hello. He stops momentarily and hovers at the letterboxes.
“Hey, are you the guys who live around the back?”
“Yeah, around the back of this place, that’s right.”
“You didn’t leave a DVD player out on Chester Street on that old suitcase, did you?”
“Nah, that wasn’t us.”
“Oh. Never mind then.”
“Why, what happened?”
“Oh, I was just going to ask, if it was you that left it out…I was going to ask if you had the remote.”