Using may and can appropriately, some musings in grammar.
I suppose I could blame it all on my poor sense of timing; after all, if I had arrived only a few seconds earlier or a few seconds later, it wouldn’t have happened. As it was, the precise moment I reached out to pound my fist on the front door of Apartment #12, the door opened.
All I can say is Newton got it right. With no mass to slow down my arm as it hurtled through the air toward the opening where the door had been, and with the person who had opened the door being in such a great hurry to go somewhere, we collided full force and landed in a heap just inside the entrance.
There I was, sprawled on top of dear old Aunt Ruth.
After the initial surprise, she remarked, “I know you are glad to see me, but wouldn’t a simple handshake or a little kiss on the cheek be sufficient?”
“Oh, but you know how fond I am of you, my dear aunt.”
“Be as sweet talking as you’d like, but I am not leaving my furniture to you in my will.”
“How about just that nice little table in the kitchen?”
“No.”
“A foot stool?”
“No.”
“Cutting board?”
“No.”
“The pile of empty toilet paper tubes that you keep in your closet?”
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“How did you know about those?”
“I, uh, was looking for a dress to wear once, and …”
“Oh my, I don’t think I want to hear this,” she interrupted.
“So where were you going, my dear aunt?” I inquired.
“Oh, the store down the street is giving away kites for free.”
“For free? You don’t have to join a club or give them your address or anything?”
“For free. The sign said, ‘No strings attached.’”
“How can you fly a kite without any string? You need string to fly a kite. At any rate, I was going to head to that store too.”
“Oh good,” said Aunt Ruth. “Can I accompany you?”
“I don’t know. Can you?”
“Wait, I’m asking you. How come every time I ask you something, you turn around and ask me the same thing?”
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