Creative Interruption or His name is George?

I have 30 minutes before curtain...I mean
before survival job call-time...I mean before work,
regular people work...civilian work...I mean
I'm regular people...sort of...
there was a knock at the door
I moved as far away from it as possible
ended up in the kitchen yelling who is it
in my island nice gal accent...
I did it like I was across the dirt road somewhere
then my next door neighbor with whom I share a wall
yelled back even louder than me "it's George, your neighbor!"
his voice is like Billy Graham...anyway, George!?
Since when did we get on the first name basis?
I thought his name was the Good Reverend Doctor
that's what he told me when I moved-in 2 years ago
told me I could just call him Neighbor...uhhhh ok
so today he wants to be George...alright I'll play along
quickly I throw on my unattractive ensemble of costume hat,
sweat shirt with fake food stains, my green "The Wiz" promo shades
and furry flip flops that look like animal claws
I crack the door slightly...chain lock still in place
Yes? I ask, now in my everyday voice
"I wonder if you could do an old man a favor"
he then pulls out his flip phone and explains
to me in great detail why it wasn't working although he paid his bill,
in fact pays every bill on time
I listened, he's an elder and a real minister and seemingly kind
but after what felt like 10 minutes, I interrupt him
ask if needs to borrow my phone..."Yes if you don't mind"
I didn't mind, took the chain off the door, opened it &
joined him in the hallway, of course shutting my door behind
and gave him the phone...then I went to get my laundry
from the dryer downstairs, hoping by the time I'm finished
gathering clothes, he'd be done too, but upon my return upstairs
with my laundry basket balanced on my head,
he was still trying to figure out how to use the phone...
mind you, this phone is only one step up from a flip phone
but anyway, after a brief lesson, he was on his call
I returned to my apartment, waited for him
to knock again and return my phone...instead,
after about 10 more minutes he yelled at my door
"hey neighbor, neighbor I'm done, thank you & God bless you!"
I open the door ever so slightly  with the chain lock back in place
phone returned....I say no problem, you too George...
God bless you too...I'm thinking good deed of the day...check.
Now, out of this costume and into my corporate casual costume
I have 30 minutes before curtain...I mean...
before survival job call-time...I mean before work,
regular people work, civilian work...I mean I'm regular people...
ok confession...not regular, not common, not ordinary...
expanded view of  life-stage...everyone I encounter gets to be a player
...don't ask about the first costume...let's focus on good deeds

by Shonnese C.L. Coleman