Chip was running late by four hours, but that didn’t bother him. He paused in front of the apartment door, peering through the peephole like a kid on Christmas morning. He banged on the door and yelled through it. “CABLE GUY!! CABLE GUY.” After a moment, he stepped back, a mischievous grin forming as he turned to leave. Just then, the door creaked open, and he pivoted around with exaggerated enthusiasm, arms wide. “Well look who decided to show,” His lisp danced through the air, adding a playful twist to his words.