Yesterday, the propane company sent someone out to replace my tank. When the delivery guy knocked at the door, I was singing (loudly) along with Ray Charles’ “Lets go get Stoned” and wearing my “Lick Bush in 2004” t-shirt. A real nice first impression.
Today, I’m waiting for the cable guy to come out and inspect my line, since my signal isn’t strong enough for our cable modem to work. (That, according to them, is the source of the problem.)
I’m listening to “Brick House” (The Commodores) and wearing….a bra and cutoffs.
Clearly, I have failed to learn my lesson :D