Wellsir, it’s afternoon in the small house halfway up the next block. Vic is trying to catch up on work that he brought home from the office. Rush arrives to shout through the house in search of Sade, and announce his plans to hang out with Bluetooth Johnson. To add to the distractions to his thoughts, Vic has to deal with the ringing phone. Rush just won’t quit with his demands on Vic’s time, borrowing magnifying lenses, making messes when shelves are knocked over.
Vic’s nerves are pushed to the brink. If Rush knows what’s good for him, he’ll take his trivial conversations elsewhere. When Sade calls, it only adds to the layers of distractions for poor old Vic.
Phones ringing, doorbells ringing, shouting teens, what’s a guy to do? At least he doesn’t have to worry about intrusions from Skype, email, cell phones, text messages, and computers tht conveniently crash at curcial moments. I feel your pain Vic.