I was sitting at my desk yesterday when Old Crow ambled up and stood in front of the window. She lifted her hand to shield her eyes, and pressed her face into the Glass. We are face-to-face, less than four feet apart, and seperated only by glass. The window is also cracked open about 3 inches. Old Crow Yells, "CAN YOU HEAR ME?!"
"Yup." I reply in a calm, yet irritated voice.
Old Crow continues to yell, "OH... DO YOU REMEMBER THE MAN WHO PAINTED THE FENCE?!"
E2: "Uh... nope?"
OC: "I HIRED HIM TO WASH THE HOUSE TOMORROW. MAKE SURE ALL YOUR WINDOWS ARE CLOSED..."
I lost her at "...wash the house tomorrow."
Wash the House.
Pete the painter and his lackey have been here for three hours now. They just finished the area in front of this window.
Surely this is a prudent use of money; washing the house just before the rainy season.
Not that I blame Pete... If someone paid me (and a friend) to wash their house, I'd do it.
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