With all the excitement last week over my plastic pumpkin full of candy, I completely forgot to check for any responses to the classified ad. So this morning when I got to the Birch Street Nursing Home, the first thing I did was call the number. And, sure enough, there were four messages. The first was from a guy offering to re-pave the driveway. He said he was running a special deal this week only. The Birch Street Nursing Home driveway could use some work, but that message was from last week, so I'm certain the deal is over. The second message was from Mean Mo, who said he will be getting out of prison soon and will need a place to stay. He said he is under eighty, is an expert poker player and can easily get up the stairs, so I put him in the "maybe" pile. The third message was from a guy offering to replace the windows. He said he was running a special deal this week only. And the last message was from a woman named Debbie who said she is ready for her father to get professional care. She said he met all the requirements in the ad, so I added his name to the "maybe" pile for the head nurse to look at when she is in on Monday.
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