John had a phone call the other day that went on for a bit. Then he came into the living room, shaking his head and told me that he had to go down and put the rats in the freezer.
What? I said, as I so often say due to my increasing deafness.
He repeated, RATS. IN THE FREEZER.
Further questioning revealed that the call was from our son Justin to say that our Gran House tenants had asked him to intercept a delivery of frozen rats for their pet snakes. And to, you guessed it, put the rats in the freezer.
But Justin wasn't home when the delivery call came. So, he called John. Who went and put the rats in the freezer.
Now that's what I call a full-service landlord!
