old man

The old man opens the door again, his patience wearing thinner by the minute. Old Man: squints at the letter “It’s John’s Breath Dentist again… Seriously? I thought I told them I don’t need no teeth cleaning! My breath’s fine, alright? It’s just strong, that’s all.” He grumbles, holding the paper up to his face. Old Man: “Complaints, huh? People complain about everything these days! ‘Horrible breath’? It’s called living, folks!” He looks at the letter again, rubbing his chin in thought. Old Man: muttering to himself “What time would I like to come? I don’t know, maybe never! But fine, I’ll write it down… Here, look at this—” He scribbles on the letter, clearly irritated. Old Man: in big letters "How about NEVER O'CLOCK?" slams the door The doorbell rings again. Old Man: groans "I’m not answering that!"