Doorbell rings.
I Open door.
Man standing in doorway.
Man pauses and asks if my parents are home.
I stand there and stare.
Long awkward pause.
"I am the women of the house"
Man looks shocked and embarrassed.
Man introduces himself as a candidate for town council. Talks about some other stuff. Still looks a bit embaressed.
Man leaves.
Door shuts.
So, is this a compliment or do I just look like some teeny bopper?
Monday, October 26, 2009
True Story
Posted by Laura at 6:58 PM
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8 comments:
Well, it was a dumb of him to make the assumption, particularly in Rexburg, but let's be honest--you are pretty young for a lady of the house (even in Rexburg!)
ha ha ha!
Bet he won't ask that question again. :) So... are you voting for him?
And no~ you don't look like a teenybopper; he's just getting old.
LOL
That's too funny!
HA. Hahahaha.
Wow. Just wow.
Too Funny!!!! I'm sure he was shocked to see someone "young" like you living in such an upperclass neighborhood. Poor guy--who knows what other kinds of things happened to him that day.
Yeah that used to happen to me all the time. The best though was when someone asked me if I was having twins when I was pregnant with James. NOT BUYING ANYTHING FROM YOU LADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
should have told him that you weren't sure, but that you could call them in san diego if he was really that interested in knowing.
i agree with twenty something. something close to that happened when i was like 15, but over the phone. my dad was the EQ pres. and he asked if my husband was there. i think i went along with it because i knew what he meant. anyway, makes for a funny story.
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