| Don't send an old man to fix my smoke detector! |
A few months ago there was a fire in the front part of my building. A stupid incident with a woman leaving her kid at home alone to go to a bar with way too many electrical appliances in use and overloading the outlet, and to boot, a heating pad on the bed in early July. Yeah. So today I had a knock on my locked screendoor from the very elderly father in law of on of the owners of our building. There I stood, fresh out of the shower, braless and covered in butterscotch pudding (hey, don't get turned on. I was drying my bras in the lingerie bag and feeding the little man a yummy treat, nothing lewd) and he wants to come in and wire up smoke detectors.
Now, I have nothing against employing the elderly to make them feel useful, but this guy doesn't need to be climbing a ladder to put in a smoke detector that we already have and is working with new batteries. However, who am I to judge? So he didn't come in since I told him it was a bad time (almost nap time) and that he'd come back tomorrow. Upon my inquirey as to what time (so I could be showered and ready and not napping or popping a boob out) he said, "Well.. I can just let myself in" Yeah. Invasion of privacy there! To be helpful I said, "Well. I stay home alone with my son most of the time and I like to lock both of my doors since I can't hear if I'm upstairs or in the kitchen or in the shower. I really don't want to come out of the tub to a stranger in my home!" and I laughed it off and he said, "Huh? What did you say?" and I repeated myself and he said.......
"Oh, Well, If I hear water, I won't come in."
Didn't he just say. "Huh? What did you say?" Ugh. So now I'll be up early, getting ready for the day, locking my doors, and waiting to find a grumpy old man standing outside with a ladder waiting for me to open up and let him in. My outlook is grim. |
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Alias: SNM
Hometown: Farmington, WV, United States
About Me: SMN is currently a S@HM who resides in the Senior Citizen capital of the world. Amongst her many talents are writing, tiptoeing through the mind field that is her living room, saving run away strollers, lacing any comment with sarcasm, and changing a diaper in 10 seconds flat. Her greatest achievements are birthing Thing One and Thing Two. Ongoing projects include diving into the world of blogging, weaning an aggressive breast feeder, parenting and all it's challenges, and being a wife she can live with (as well as her husband).
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