The Subpoena Man Only Rings Twice

I am almost starting to feel sorry for the unctuous subpoena delivery man. He forgot my Significant Other's cell phone number (we don't have a landline, as we're allergic to being bothered) and tried unsuccessfully to grift his way into our building this morning. The poor lamb. Our building is more closely guarded by its residents than the Pentagon. He didn't even make it past the first door. The elegant twin greyhounds residing with my equally elegant downstairs neighbor sniffed out his Axe Body Spray before he'd so much as touched the front door handle. Better luck tomorrow Subpoena Man.