Typical Day

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  • Topic: Automobile, Carpool, A Good Day
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I woke up this morning feeling good after having a good night’s sleep. It is time for breakfast, I think I will have cornflakes and milk for breakfast. The cornflakes are a great way for me to start off my busy day. While eating my bowl of cereal, I remember that I also needed to make my sandwich before I get off for the day. I still have time before my car pool arrives. I make a nice sandwich with lettuce, mayonnaise, turkey, tomatoes, and cheese on whole-wheat bread. Finally my car pool arrives. I grab my lunch and my keys and head out the door. The phone rings just as I am going out the door, so I set my keys and my lunch on the counter to answer it. It is a pesky telephone salesperson selling cemetery lots. I decide that I do not need a cemetery lot at the moment and hang up the phone. I grab my lunch, not realizing that I have forgotten my keys, and hurry out the door.

After work, my car pool drops me off in front of my house. I am so glad to be home, where I can kick back and relax. Today was unusually busy at work. I wave goodbye to my carpool and reach in my pocket for my house keys. Realizing that the keys are not in my pocket, I remember that I left the keys on the counter. Looking up, I see an upstairs window. I think it may be unlocked. Only one way to find out, and that is to get a ladder and climb up. If I am going to get into the house, this is the only way in. I go around back and get a ladder from the unlocked storage shed just off the carport. Realizing that my neat shirt and tie could get ruined, I cover them up with an old black sweatshirt I left in the storage room. I placed the ladder against the house, I began to climb.

There have been a rash of burglaries in my neighborhood, and many of my neighbors have installed security systems. We are also a part of the neighborhood watch. I hope no one thinks I am a bugler trying to break in my own home. Just as I reach the top of the ladder, I hear a polite but firm voice ask, “Are you the...
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