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“Oh, Puerto Rico,” he said, upgrading his tone from nasty to merely unpleasant. “Why
didn't you say so?”
“I, uh…”
“Look, I'm busy here, what's the deal?”
Had rentals not been so tough that season I would've proposed a very specific deal in-
volving the insertion of the phone into his most intimate place, but we needed the business.
Deep breath.
“You sent me an email about renting our house in Vieques over New Year's. I'm calling
to say that the house is available that week if you're still interested.”
“Where did you say it is?”
“Vieques Island, off the coast of Puerto Rico.”
“Sounds pretty nice.”
“It is.”
Silence.
“Are you trying to sell me something?”
“No sir, it's a rental. The house isn't for sale. And you contacted me, not the other way
around.”
“Hey buddy, no need to get testy.”
Another very deep breath.
“Would you like me to email you a link to our web page? Then you can have a look at
the house and see what you think.”
“Suit yourself.”
Reluctantly, I sent him the link. An hour later he called back.
“Your house is fabulous.”
I was taken aback. How had the lunatic I'd spoken to just a few minutes earlier morphed
into this perfectly polite man?
“Oh, thanks.”
“We'll take it.”
“Uh, okay…”
“Is there a problem?”
“No, not at all, you just seemed so uncertain before.”
“Look kid,” he said in a low voice, as if he were confiding a state secret, “I'm a decision
guy. I think about something, I make up my mind, just like that. And I'm very seldom
wrong.”
“Sounds good,” I said, experiencing the habitual ditherer's twinge of envy at such fab-
ulous decisiveness.
“And you'll make sure I'm not wrong this time, won't you?”
“Oh, absolutely.”
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