Verizon just laid Fios cable in our neighborhood and they have been coming door-to-door on the reg trying to get us to switch. The guys just stopped by a couple of minutes ago for the second time. (Which is my fault because I am actually considering a switch and I made the mistake of letting them know that... they smell weakness from a mile away.)
Last week when they stopped by, Violet was napping and Annie and I were walking outside to play with her new, big pimping, Radio Flyer tricycle. We pretty much walked right into them, so there was no avoiding the conversation. And, as I was talking to these guys (with my frumpy 5times too big sweatshirt, leggings, no make-up, and messy hair), I was thinking that it was funny that I looked like such a haggard housewife. I mean, I work. And I don't look like this everyday. (right?) I get out. (sometimes) I do my hair. I can look pretty damn cute. Obviously they just caught me at a bad time... What they saw and the truth are most definitely two very different things.
Then they came back today. And I looked exactly the same.
Hmm.
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