Occasionally I rent my attic out to pick up a few bucks.  Sometimes it's for a one shot deal like a bachelorette party, a ritual circumcision (those two can be combined),  nude Tupperware parties (you would not believe how much Tupperware I own) or simply a room to rent on a weekly basis.  Business has been good lately.  About two weeks ago, I rented to a guy who said he just lost his job.  Lets call him "Fez" (not his real name).  Fez said that his country, I mean company, was downsizing and he was laid off.  The company was located in the Middle East, but he would not specify exactly where he worked.

A week later another guy called and he sounded desperate.  I asked Fez if he minded sharing the attic and he was cool with that.  The new tenant, let's call him "Whiz" as in cheese whiz,  was obviously on the run.  Whiz didn't look like a common criminal, he looked more like a politician.  Being somewhat of an outlaw myself (I used to sell counterfeits of counterfeit Rolex watches), I sympathized with Whiz and decided to provide him with sanctuary from the long schlong of the law.

Fez and Whiz never leave the house.  I  buy a lot of hummus for Fez and cheese for Whiz.  I really miss the nude Tupperware and bachelorette parties, but I think everything is going to be all right (cue Bob Marley song).