Today I delieverd a postcard to a cool lady named Fran in Oshawa Ontario, or 'The Shwa' for those in the know.
Notes from delivery:
Door answered by 30 something live-at-home tank top wearing son who simultaneously held back barking dog, hollered for his mom and offered me a beer. Mom/Fran yelling back that she couldn't come to door cause she didn't have any clothes on. Being invited in, accepting said brew, slipping on dog pee. Me talking to Fran about weddings, scrapbooking and internet dating with piss on on my flip flops and cold beer in my hand - before noon on a sunday.