'The House I Lived In'

The man showing you around the house, and he's perfectly nice but you wish he'd just leave. You've come here to commune with the owner of the house and it's a communion for two—three's a crowd. You've got just 24 hours, a mere 1,440 minutes, and every minute spent with this man, this property manager, is a minute wasted. Now he's leading you into the kitchen, pointing out the microwave.

By J.R. Moehringer

March 26, 2006