Thursday, June 11, 2009

I guess I should be flattered...

...but I'm not.

Doorbell rings. It takes me a while to answer the door (I was upstairs with Peanut). Mr. Door-to-door Salesman, who was halfway down the stairs, turns around and sees me with Peanut on my hip and says "hey...are your parents home?"

7 comments:

Badass Geek said...

Um. Wow.

I'm thinking he rides the short bus.

Melisa with one S said...

Enjoy it, youngun. Pretty soon you'll be having liquor store cashiers carding you just to make you feel good. :)

Busy-Dad-E said...

So how did you respond to him?

mommaruth said...

That is a tricky one! I would be flattered & milk it - that way he would just go away & leave you the hello alone, right?!

Eternal Lizdom said...

BWahahahahya!!!

Katie said...

'my mom's in the shower right now' -- isn't that what you should respond with so they don't think you're home alone? ;)

Too funny. When I was 22 or 23 I got stopped in the airport. They thought I was a minor traveling alone and wondered if I wanted an escort or something. Um, no.

Isabella said...

I responded with "I'm the RESIDENT here, if that's who you are looking for."
To which he said, "oh...well...I just...[uncomfortable pause] Let me tell you why I'm here..."