Justice

Justice has finally caught up with me. In the form of a ring on my doorbell an evening two weeks ago. I wondered who could want me anything at this hour, so I opened. There was a rather pretty man outside my door. He had nice dark brown eyes, and stood pretty long enough to make me quite interested in what he wanted to say. Seeing how I absolutely did not recognize him, and he looked so innocent. And seemed so innocent, because after a little wait, he said "I hope I'm not interrupting or disturbing your evening in any way". I said "no, absolutely not", and smiled. A pretty innocent man deserves a smile.

But he wasn't innocent, not at all. The next second he struck - out of nowhere - and said "so you haven't had time to register your TV at Radiotjänst yet". It wasn't really a question, more like a general fact. I couldn't get another word than "no" out. A word that a non-innocent man deserves! My tv was on in the background, so even if I had had the presence to lie, I really couldn't have gotten away with it anyway. He, still very politely said - "but then we'll fix that now", and he helped me fill out a form. And yesterday it came. The bill for the stupid TV.



It just further confirms my belief, brown-eyed boys can trick me into pretty much anything - paying my TV bill, getting married, etc.