Man the Man

"Man?" Marlene said into her cell phone. She was sipping a grande triple chocolate, skinny, dry, non fat two shot vanilla hazelnut latte, at the corner Marbucks while waiting for Mydia's nails to dry.
"Man, there is a problem with the closet at the top of the stairs in my studio,"
"What kind of wrong? Well, there is a body in the closet. . . Of course it's a dead body. If it were a live body, I would have simply told it to scram. . . I'm telling you. If I'm not mistaken, until I sign the papers, the house is still yours, and therefore the dead person inside your house is your problem. . . yes, I can meet you there, but I really must take Mydia home first. She has already been out for three hours and she gets cranky if she doesn't get her afternoon nap.
Marlene drove Mydia home fed her a small snack of smoked salmon bits, brushed her teeth, (Mydia's) and settled her on her gel bed. She checked her phone messages, combed her hair and drove back over to her soon to be house. Marlene was startled to see two police cars parked at what would be the curb if Marlene's new street were paved. Man was quick.
"Good afternoon, Gentlemen," Marlene said.
"I don't know what kind of game you are playing, Marlene, but you just made me waste these fine officers time coming over here. There is no dead body. Your closet looks just like it did when I left yesterday. "
"Well he looked dead. Are you sure you didn't just overlook him? He's a blonde, although it doesn't look natural, and he was hanging over the top landing, pointing down the stairs."
"I'm sorry I wasted your time, officers," Man said. "I can handle this,"
The policemen, put their notebooks back into their pockets with what looked like a rehearsed move. Soon, they were in their cars and driving away with a cloud of dust.
"What is your problem?" Man asked Marlene. "I can understand when you call me to say the plumber didn't align the faucets perfectly or the electrical outlet covers aren't perfectly level, but this is more than a waste of my time, we wasted the time of Portland's finest at a time when they are stretched thin fighting real crimes."
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Man. I thought you were more evolved than that."
"Whatever," Man said.
"Did you get the new towel bars for the upstairs," Marlene asked Man as he headed for his SUV.
"They're in my car. Do you want to look at them?" Man asked. It was a good idea, since this was the seventh set of towel bars Marlene had tried and rejected for her upstairs bathroom. The feng shui was really fighting her in that room.
Marlene followed Man to the bottom of the driveway. Man pressed the electronic lock button and his car answered with a double click of the door locks. He opened the door to the back cargo space and jumped back. The dead man rolled out and landed with a soft smack on the new pavement. . .