Dan is on his road trip out west. Mostly, in LA, he’d been doing the slacker thing, crashing on a friend’s couch. At a volleyball tournament Sunday in Vegas, he met a gal who has a house in Manhattan Beach, and she has an extra bedroom. When he got back to LA, he talked to her, they agreed on rent, he moved his meager stuff in.
I commented that she was very trusting to let a virtual stranger move in. There were people at the tournament who know him, and I guess vouched for his sterling character, but as I said, he could be Ted Bundy for all she knows for sure. At the conclusion of the call, I said, “Try not to be Ted Bundy.” He shot back with, “Oh, I’m more likely to be Al Bundy.”