Well, that turned out to be nothing. I went upstairs to explain what happened yesterday and to give them my phone number and I met Mrs. Landlord getting into her car. I introduced myself again and appolgized for not doing it offically yesterday. She shook my hand and smiled. I said that I wanted to give them my number, I gestured with the post-it where I had written it, she said, "Oh, okay, you can just stick it on the door." Which I did.

I walked back past her car; I smiled and waved. She smiled and waved. I came home.

So much for that.

I didn't get my bowl. Damn.