Waking up around three in the afternoon on the most gorgeous day we’ve had since last summer, almost made it to the top of the stairs when the doorbell rings. Wearing a tshirt and shorts with my hair all a mess I answer the door. Standing there is a guy from progressive insurance who asks, “are your folks home?”
” I am the folks” I reply.
Extremely embarrassed, he then proceeds to blather on about our roof blah blah blah ….
seriously though …. “Are your folks home”