My 'bot, Bob, took the dogs for an early morning walk, made my coffee, retrieved my paper from the mail box and put away the dishes that he cleaned after dinner last night.
I rose to my feet, retrieved my pack and stick, and shuffled after him.
I entered the room, said hi to those already present, took off my wet coat, retrieved my papers and book from my wet plastic bag, placed them on the table, poured myself some coffee, and lit a cigarette.
But it was the exact opposite of what I'd come to expect from police growing up in Montreal where, as a seven-year-old boy, two cops came to my rescue and retrieved my stolen bicycle.
My friend retrieved his car, and driving past that same corner, saw the unsuccessful Mr. Cronyn still waving at passing taxis.
My brother retrieved the skateboard which, having been in the jungle for weeks, was all rotting and rusty and totally trashed.
"Some warned me to hide my watch, while others retrieved my hat, which had a way of falling off my head.
"Why our government won't let us into a part of my city, to my home, to retrieve my property is incomprehensible," Morris said.
Today as I headed to my mailbox to retrieve my long-awaited Echo, there was an undeniable haste to my gait.
I fish around in my haversack and retrieve my DJ.
Sorry, I think I just burned my fingers while retrieving my bra from the fire.
