They set me up at work with a business trip. Fine, die, but go for it! And at home, there are two men (or two kids, I can’t say for sure).
I arrive in two days, open the door, take a step on the doormat, and safely land on my fifth point as the mat slides from under my feet, and I land in a sunflower oil puddle poured under the doormat.
The son jumps out of the room with a triumphant shout:
• Two-zero!
Seeing me on the threshold, he was dumbfounded, then quickly got up, helped me up, and started explaining the situation:
“My father and I played ambush here for two days.
I figured out all his tricks, and once he got caught on a mop above the door, and now he went to get some bread. I set an ambush for him under the mat, and then you came! I’m sorry, please.”
The husband who entered asked if I was hurt, and instead of apologizing, I heard, “Well, you have to warn about the arrival, you never know what we have here!”
