Lost opportunity

About halfway through cooking dinner there was a knock on the door. There was some guy trying to balance a couple of boxes and a sheet of paper.

Him: "You Frank?"

Me: "No."

Him: "Is Frank here?"

Me: "Nobody named Frank lives here."

Him: (rebalances his boxes and studies his sheet of paper) "You sure?"

Me: "Yes."

He shifted again and showed me his paper. It had my address and directions for how to get here. Next to my address was "Frank - 6:30PM."

Me: "That's this address. No Frank. Sorry."

He shrugged and then bent over to pick up another box that he had set on the porch. It was at this point that I realized he was distributing Elvis dolls.



So all I had to have done was say "Why yes. I am Frank." and I would now have one of those in my house.

At least until Frank showed up.