Guess who’s at the door?
H, my down the hall neighbor from when I lived at the Can Company, the guy who used to proposition me on a regular basis in the elevator, knocked on my door today at around 1:30 this afternoon. He said he had seen me on the front porch on Saturday and my face looked so horrible that he had to come by and check on me because he didn’t know what had happened.
I told him all about the chemical peel and he was relieved. He kept saying – “I was just asking myself how you could have gotten so badly burned on just your face. I just couldn’t get that image out of my mind of how bad you looked.”