So I normally leave the rent with my downstairs neighbors, who then deliver it to the owner. They haven’t been home all weekend, which is kind of unusual, so I thought I would try them one more time.
I go downstairs and I start to hear all this shouting and moaning in Spanish. There is one man preaching loudly and a whole bunch of women moaning, “Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus!” I knocked, sort of embarrassed, and stood eavesdropping for a while. The preaching sounded a lot like the Pentecostal fire-and-brimstone-help-me-Jesus stuff I’ve seen on T.V. No one answered the door, so I left.
Get a really good witchdocter costume, knock on their door and ask to borrow some sugar. When they ask if you’re going to a costume party say “No,…you wouldn’t have a live chicken I could borrow as well,…would ya…huh”