Cinnamon Kidz

It was around ten pm when the doorbell rang. I looked at Mimi and said "Who the hell could that be?" It seems like every time the doorbell rings, there is always some interesting character on the other side of the peephole. It's always a stranger.

So I look through the peephole and the dude is just standing there. I wait for him to leave but he doesn't. He rings the bell again kind of frantically and then backs up onto the sidewalk. That's when I opened the door.

me- "hi"

dude- "Uh yeah hi, I'm your neighbor across the street and I was wondering if you have any cinnamon?"

-pause-

me- "Are you serious?"

him- "yeah."

-another pause-

me- "What are you making?"

him- "rice pudding"

At this point I decide to take the dude for his word. I guess some people are just unprepared to make their spontaneous rice pudding at 10 pm. I give him the benefit of the doubt.

I return with the remainder of our cinnamon supply and bode him farewell.

Later that night there is a loud party at the dudes house. Mimi and I laugh, imagining them all eating rice pudding with their beer and bong hits.

-Epilogue-

the following morning we decide to make some zucchini bread. The only problem is we have no vanilla extract. Fresh out. At 9 am I cross the street to ring the bell of the cinnamon kidz. Nobody answers.