I'm walking out to go to work and there it is. I'm racking my brain trying to figure out where this could have come from and why someone would randomly put a doormat by my door. Even more wondrously, it had an A on it, which, for those of you who know me, has significance.
(Now, you might think that the chances of a randomly selected doormat having the first letter of your last name should be 1:26 but if you thought that you would have to make certain assumptions. If you were trying to guess the first letter of a random person's last name, some letters are less likely to show up.)
Anyway, back to my uninteresting, except to me, story, I called my sister Alice to see if she knew anything about it. Deny, deny, deny. Even more strange. Until I mentioned that it was really nice, at which point she claimed responsibility. I assumed she was only claiming responsibility because I liked it, so our conversation pretty much went at cross purposes from there until I stopped, backed up about three minutes, and clarified her responses.
End result, I like the doormat, it looks good on my front step, and I got to use the word "stoop" in a blog.
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