Joan 2
When I opened the door, my worst fears were realized. There stood the pert little blonde check out girl from the K mart, and I didn’t like the expression on her face at all. “Well, hello there,” she said to me with a superior grin on her cute little face. “Have you been having fun?” “Is that you Jeannie?” my wife shouted from the living room. “Hi Joan,” Jeannie said. “I’m not coming at the wrong time, am I?” “Not at all, not at all,” my wife answered. “Come right in, I’ve been expecting you. Did you bring the toys?” “Indeed, I did,” Jeannie answered. “Carry this package for me will you hon?” She said to me. Not knowing what to expect, I took the paper bag from Jeannie and followed her meekly into our …