Ridding Partner

Today I laid outside enjoying the warmth of the sun on my semi-ziti face, while I was greeted (interrupted) by one of my upstairs neighbors. He introduced himself followed by asking if I lived alone or if I had roommates. I said, “No, it’s just me a Murphy here.” He then replied with, “Is Murphy your son?” Looking at him as if he was a complete idiot I just said yeah, not wanting to have to continue our wonderful conversation. But maybe when he only sees me ridding my bike with a puppy dog strapped to my chest and not a baby he’ll get the hint.