As per Mikey’s plan, I drove right up to the front of the house and parked. Mikey casually exited the car before retrieving a briefcase and a white panama hat from the backseat. After radioing in that we were preparing to enter, I exited the car as well and I must’ve given Mikey a look as I saw him put on that hat, because he then gestured to it and said, “The point is that it’s naturally disarming.”
“Can’t argue with you there. I see that guy coming, I’m not thinking ‘this dude goes hard’ so much as ‘where does his improv comedy troupe meet when his mom is using the basement to host Bridge games?’”
Mikey snapped and pointed at me as he replied, “Exactly.”
He and I started toward the house and as we reached the front door, Mikey gave it a rhythmic knock that somehow made him look even more hokey. After a minute or so without any sign of a response from inside, Mikey knocked more forcefully and finally we heard a raspy female voice shout…
“I am coming! Calm the fuck down!” The door suddenly swung open to reveal a squat toothless woman with stringy hair who said, “Is this what I think it is?”
