OK, story time, I guess?

When we moved into our home almost three years ago, we hired a handyman to help with a few things.

The first day he came by, he asked our backgrounds. When we told him, he said “Oh, that’s cool. I wrote a book about Trump.”

“Oh?,” I replied…

(1/N)

“… what’s it called?”

“Donald Trump is a Douchebag,” he answered.

I chuckled awkwardly at his his joke, which wasn’t hilarious, but his delivery was solid.

We (mostly he) changed some electrical outlets and (mostly) fixed a faucet.

He had to leave before finishing.

(2/N)

The next day, he returned.

And he handed me a book. “Here, this is for you.”

I was not expecting a book, to be honest.

The book was, in fact, titled “Donald Trump is a Douchebag.”

(3/N)

Not wanting to be rude, I flipped it open. He had inscribed it for us. In retrospect, the inscription was perhaps too optimistic.

(4/N)

There’s a table of contents.

(5/N)

This book makes some excellent points. (6/N)

And the sourcing is impeccable.

(7/N)

This fine work of nonfiction is available for purchase at Amazon dot com. https://www.amazon.com/Donald-Trump-Douchebag-Michael-Watson/dp/1520763565/ref=cm_cr_arp_d_product_top?ie=UTF8

He never did get the faucet working quite right, but that’s ok.

Anyway, people keep asking what book I’m reading during quarantine. Now you know the answer.

(8/8)