Three knocks rang from the front door of the tiny apartment.
“I’ll be right there!” Benji shouted, hoping the knocking would cease. It did not.
“What?” He shouted, opening the door. His jaw dropped.
In the doorway stood his roommate, sopping wet. Water dripped from the brim of the roommate’s hat, from the sleeves of his jacket, from his shirt to the cuff of his pants.
“What happened?” Benji asked.
“One day, not today, I will be okay relaying this story,” the roommate said.
“It’s not even raining,” Benji said.
“I am aware!” The roommate slammed his bedroom door shut.