A Bow of Chocolates

He knocked on my door early this morning before my alarm even screamed.  I trudged to the door in my silky pajama pants with my eyes half closed because it was only 6 am.  Why does it seem like I can never sleep in on a Saturday?  I creek open the strong wooden door and see him standing there looking down at a paper.  He looked up from his crumpled paper with a confused expression.  "Does Jenni live here?"  My face lit up when I realized who he was and so I invited him in even though Jenni didn't live here.  She had died a few years back but I couldn't find it in me to tell him that.  I just told him no and insisted that I he come in for some coffee.
We sat at the small wooden table in the kitchen until the coffee was ready.  "I've never tried coffee before," he said as I set a cup in front of him.  Soon after, coffee was spewed out in mist onto the table and tile floor.  I could tell he was very embarrassed as his face turned red and bitter.  "I don't really like the coffee.  Can I just have a Coke?"  I said sure and went to the fridge in the garage where I kept my pop.  I returned to see him shirtless, mopping up all of the coffee that was spilt on the table and floor.  "I didn't know where a towel was so I just used my shirt," he told me while wiping his shirt in circles on the table.  I rushed to the drawer beside the sink and handed him a clean towel only to watch him wipe his face with it and continue cleaning the floor with his shirt.  I decided to just let him finish.
After he was done he told me he had to go to the bathroom, so I showed him down the hall then walked back and sat waiting at the table.  Eventually I heard the flush of the toilet, the running water of the sink, and the doorknob that wobbled back and forth almost frantically for about ten long seconds.  He paced back into the kitchen and said, "I thought you locked me in there."  "No that door is just a little touchy," I replied.  Then he told me he felt like running and still needs to find Jenni so he opened the strong wooden door and walked out.  I went to the door and watched him run down the cracked sidewalk and around the corner toward the bus station.  Then I turned back to see his soaking wet, coffee stained shirt sitting on the table.  Maybe he'll be back someday.  I almost didn't get up to open the door that interesting Saturday morning.  I'm glad I did though because I was definitely not expecting to find him on the other side.  I guess life really is like a box of chocolates.  You never know what you're gonna get.

JayZ