Crazy Crap Item #224: The part where art appears on my doorstep

Yesterday, Eamon and I indulged in a pull-out-the-sofa-bed, eat-jelly-beans-for-breakfast, watch-trash-tv Sunday. It was delicious.

Around about 4:30, our doorbell rang. As is my way, I allowed Eamon to answer. I overheard the exchange, snatches of which included "poster," "anything you want," and "50 cents."

Eamon shut the door and returned, informing me that he had just purchased art. Our neighbor Calvin, roughly 8 years old, was going door to door with a friend peddling custom-made posters. Any subject you want, 50 cents apiece. To be delivered in 15 minutes. Eamon ordered two.

Some time later, the doorbell rang again, and we received said art, reproductions to be seen here and here. For their efforts, I paid our young artist-entrepreneurs the lofty fee of $2 ($1 for art; $1 tip). How lucky we are to live in a neighborhood where masterpieces are delivered to your very door!