Goodbye, LESBP

My squatting privileges at the LESBP ended today. Emma (the girl I've been apartment-sitting for) came back to reclaim my bachelor pad... so now I'm back in my g'rents' apartment in New Jersey for the next week or so.

Early this morning I put Ben Harper's "Walk Away" on repeat and cleaned up the entire LESBP -- swept, aired, scrubbed, packed. I bought two six-packs of Brooklyn Summer Ale and put them in the fridge for Emma to find later. I spelled out "thank you" on the fridge with magnetic letters. Then I left the keys on the desk and just walked away, walked away.

Now I'm in Newark, helping my grandparents out at work, answering the door and transferring calls, except no one has called, and only one person has come in so far. Our conversation went like this:

Me: Hello?
Him: Hi. I work over there. [points]
Me: Okay. [continues g-chatting]

Business is very, very slow. My g'rents run a family-owned factory that produces hook & eye tapes, snap tapes, boning, underwire sleeves, and related products for the intimate apparel, infant and children's wear, and medical garment industry. Nowadays most of that stuff is either obsolete or outsourced, but I think my grandparents keep up the good fight because it gives them something to do with their time.

I'm gonna try to post every day this week... hope it works!